Eileen "O" Gals Heart: His front door

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

His front door

Was it a dream? No is it a vision that is seen. It played out before my eyes. There was no emotion for this tide. No walls found, just music all around. Instruments played notes unknown. Beautiful glory was the tone. The vastness was full of spirits not only in human form. There were also Angels... Sign in to see full entry.

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