Maria returned from her memory and moved in her chair, catching herself as she was about to doze off. She was excited at the prospect of another opportunity to strengthen the wings of her heart. The higher she soared the more she saw; a bird's eye view.
Looked at from a higher level, everything appeared connected and part of the same ground. Everything on the ground was part of the same fabric of existence. This fabric is woven of love.
Maria was hungry and wanted to fix something to eat but first she went to her jewelry box. She took out the winged heart and looked at it. Then she pushed away some jewelry and took out the folded sheet of paper that was in the bottom of the jewelry box. It was the paper that Vee had passed out. He had reached into his pack and passed the papers in both directions around the circle. Then he read it aloud.
Maria unfolded the paper thinking about how long it had been in her jewelry box. She read through it while thinking of that day long ago when Vee had read it:
Looked at from a higher level, everything appeared connected and part of the same ground. Everything on the ground was part of the same fabric of existence. This fabric is woven of love.
Maria was hungry and wanted to fix something to eat but first she went to her jewelry box. She took out the winged heart and looked at it. Then she pushed away some jewelry and took out the folded sheet of paper that was in the bottom of the jewelry box. It was the paper that Vee had passed out. He had reached into his pack and passed the papers in both directions around the circle. Then he read it aloud.
Maria unfolded the paper thinking about how long it had been in her jewelry box. She read through it while thinking of that day long ago when Vee had read it:
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