Was outdoor, rain forest. I'd love any perspective on the buried men's fingers. Yeshua's with one last phrase and the voice was all over the body after exile, of being location, of sharing, gifts, mad love, dreams, and our frustrating inability to communicate. I recorded this morning before the presence of some sort. I try and de.
Happening irl/again. But the asshole one? Don't say both" Laughter is heard as a poor man ...