I love it when a shadow of a flying bird appears on the path in front of me
And I glance above
And see nothing at all there
And I am left to wonder,
Without fear or self-judgment,
if that was an
Hallucination or
A
Vision.
I love it when a shadow of a flying bird appears on the path in front of me
And I glance above
And see nothing at all there
And I am left to wonder,
Without fear or self-judgment,
if that was an
Hallucination or
A
Vision.
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