Heavenly Rhythms
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Lights sparkling, jetting across the screen like bursts of
color in the sky, looking like fireworks on the fourth of
July, spiritually ascending from depths of this soul.
Finding their way to heaven's gates, slipping in and out
through heavenly rhythms that no one else ever hears or
knows about; a wonderful form of self-entertainment.
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