In my dreams I don’t reach anymore for those ancient prophecies from desert winds. I dream of hope held gently on the wings of peace. A sky without violence.
You and I are a lot alike in that way. We each are rivers really. Yes, truth lives but does not scorn us in our stumbling.
And there is more to love than just saying it. Live it, and behold your reward.
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