Then the Sun hits a certain angle in the western sky as He arcs toward the Underworld, and finally the secret is revealed. He bathes the birch in kisses of gold light that drip slowly down her trunk, and the two embrace in a passion of long lost love found once again. The surrounding area is hushed in the brilliance of the embrace, watching a timeless and ethereal enactment of "I AM." Then He dips quietly below the horizon, and the world falls quickly into dusk. A cold wind picks up seemingly out of nowhere. All eyes lower to the ground, and the birch waits silently and expectantly once again.
Sunday, November 3, 2019
November 3, 2019 - The Secret Kiss
Then the Sun hits a certain angle in the western sky as He arcs toward the Underworld, and finally the secret is revealed. He bathes the birch in kisses of gold light that drip slowly down her trunk, and the two embrace in a passion of long lost love found once again. The surrounding area is hushed in the brilliance of the embrace, watching a timeless and ethereal enactment of "I AM." Then He dips quietly below the horizon, and the world falls quickly into dusk. A cold wind picks up seemingly out of nowhere. All eyes lower to the ground, and the birch waits silently and expectantly once again.
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