Tag: Soul
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A Language of Truth
I had a vision of a stop sign in the dead of night. Between two different roads. I had a vision of a man wearing a Jokester mask, trotting down a muddy path with his horse moving as quickly as possible. The mask was broken now, the paint now pouring down his face. He was…
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Truth: Souls 1
Pandora, here we go! The flame of a wick. It surrounds the wick, engulfs it. Sways with the changing wind. The flame is separate yet attached. The colors shift and change depending on the moment. The flame could be bright. The flame could be dim. The flame is your soul, and you are the wick.…