On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me a partridge in a pear tree.
We had a whale of a time at the party Saturday night.
One can feel the threatening energy of the thought-forms left in the room after a tense fight.
It dies a quiet, unmourned death and is buried in unharked waves.
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