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Monday, September 8, 2014

Harvest Thoughts
We only come to sleep
We only come to dream
That we came to live on the earth.
We are changed into the grass of springtime
Our hearts will grow green again
And they will open their petals
But our body is like a rose tree:
It puts forth flowers and then withers.
As we Prepare for the final Harvest
We offer to thee our very Best
So Mote it Be ☽✪☾

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