Beyond my reach, from galaxies of love where I often wish I lived, they sprinkle such beautiful light and kiss me goodnight.
As darkness passes, they pulsate with messages of glorious hope and whisper of a time when we all shall shine as one with succulent joy.
In every wayward tear falls a barrier to sweet truth; and I thank you, my lucky stars, whose hearts burst with affection and radiate finest friendship.
... I am so with you on this, Dawn... they always hear, don't they... the stars... and always speak back... and always give comfort. The skies are forever changing, but it is like they just work in shifts, forever keeping watch over us. Love this, thank you. Kate xx
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Eternal Love, Dove
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Tim