Frank Remus

Dream Weaver of Green, I Love Her Baby Moon.

It was quite breezy â€“gusting back and forth. Trees rustled in waves, while the shimmering tree vibrated. Leaves were effervescing at great speed. In the sky there was haze-the south sky quite brightly glowing, while the north sky was bluer â€“notwithstanding the dusty tinge that lines the pathway to the airport. It seemed like a lazy, quiet morning. Trees still in pajamas, as lovebirds squeaked as they fluttered through the sky. I was in love with my soulmate, Anna, in the midst of this.

Her Morning Green Glow.Â 5:46 am

7 Trees and Her Love River. 6:11 am

Time and Her River of Love.Â 6:38 am

Big Dish.Â 6:49 am

Morning Fog.Â 6:58 am

Soulmates Centered.Â 7:02 am

Bonsecours Dome.Â 7:11 am

Buildings Below.Â 7:28 am

Birds were quiet and a dog was teaching himself again how to bark. Sirens blared at 10:20. I had just missed black hornet leaving her lair, and cicadas sounded clearly at 10:25 â€“at the same moment a bird uttered a loud chirp. Light was diffuse and yet very bright. Waves of dust wafted from renovations and construction â€“this could explain my allergies, and the air is very dry. And I think what some people have is an indifferent attitude toward the outside. We donâ€™t see how we are interrelated in and out.

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The cicadas rang in choir, decisively and with vim precisely at 10:30, while for some people, the outside is simply transitional space with little value in and of itself. Itâ€™s all background, but the totality of life is the greatest enigma, with keys and clues to be found all around. I love Anna in the midst of this. Two crows glided safely together, in love. The black hornet arrived to her lair, and the cicadas sang in choir at 10:40.

Her Green Garden of Love.Â 10:01 am

After Love Writing.Â 11:25 am

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A tiny flying ant got on my archetypal index and paused next to the words â€˜attainâ€™ and â€˜authenticâ€™. She did a little dance on the word â€˜accomplishâ€™. And what we seek to attain here are authentic accomplishments, like a fall harvest for a loaf of bread or like the actor and actressâ€™s satisfying performance, or like making a house completed with a soulmate and dreamwork together. I longed for Annaâ€™s green marriage ceremony of love.

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I long to consummate the experience with her, fulfill the harvest to ripeness and I would be love to be eating a meal with my soulmate and baby â€“and badge for accomplishing the task of soulmate breakthrough, with healthy bodies for soulmate traveling. I long for our graduation ceremony of love, to kiss her beyond all image, to swim with her in the sun, to complete communication record projects, to discus fulfilling rewards with a bottle of wine on a boat built. I love her organic sculptures. I love her essence potentials manifesting her essence plans, with her authentic autonomy. I am her ardent reporter with love photographs to show the caring and commitment that goes into our love synchronicity made real. I love her lunar black bible verse, “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” -John 14:27.Â Yes, I love Anna Dirksen.

I picked up Tristan, and he was in great form.Â We watched Dirty Harry in The Dead Pool.Â It was hot and muggy.Â And soÂ please excuse theÂ brevity tonight, as Niles is served divorce papers and hot shaving cream explodes all over him. The divorce papers are a bluff after Ned Flanders is made fun of after a couple of college women use his home for a porn site.Â Michael announces he’s going to marry Rita, with a mind at first grade level.Â On the CBC News at Six, Nancy Wood wore a grey jacket with golden top. Top stories included Blue-Green Algae and Stuck Truck. With much love.