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  • Someday we'll meet. I think I'll be an old lady by then. I'll live deep in the woods... probably somewhere in New England. I'll play music with little children when I'm not talking about the art of talking and helping people see their own beauty.

    Things will be different then. If I'm right the World will be quiet. It will feel like a-sigh-which-escapes-lips-upon-dropping-into-a-familiar-chair-after-a-long-journey. Some darkness will unfold, and you'll witness it, along with all the other Thunder Beings.

    That's the beauty of Thunder Being; you are not alone. I think all the little souls are gathering here. I wait to be laid-low and humbled by their masses. (I'm unsure whether I'll add to the masses of Thunderous Souls. Perhaps my contribution is wind mills and hay heat and agriculture and fish and generally helping all those souls working for Change.)

    But I know this Hawkeye. I will know you when we meet. I will Thank the Taliban and The Universal God and Loving people all the way through. I will smile a smile that only synchronicity can conjure. I will know those eyes which captivate me.

    I will ululate and I hope you will join me.
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