May 2012
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Miniature lightning bolts of universal energy strike my temples and gently make their way to my third eye. Tingling and itching my forehead, I get a glimpse. In the car ride home, I cried for no reason that night and the rain danced gracefully on my windshield to remind me I’m never alone and even the clouds cry sometimes. It’s good for the plants down below. Sometimes the things we...
