Soliloquys of life sit upon mountains looking out over landscapes,
touching upon nature and living in the spirit of God, moving across
ravines and through canyons.
Lifting ideas from within them, bringing thoughts together, filter-
ing purposes with their essence, taking to heights where they can
be alone, private and dwelling in the bluened light of the Divine.
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