passage

The

world

is

filled

with

people

who

have

bodies

that

are

awake

and

whose

souls

are

asleep

and

love

and

inspiration

slow

dance

between.

Only

the

insightful

hear

the

music

of

the

hidden

Devine.

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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