Frank Remus

My Knights Love Her Spiritual Figures

It was cool and crisp. A crow was cawing in the wind. Trees wildly rustled. Two crows sauntered along. One turned and waited, and then went forward to greet the 3rd crow on the path. The 3 dove into the trees. The mountain was well lit, and trees showed their brown branches. The mountain slope had shadows from the cloud procession that was coming from every direction. They were on the same plane at the same speed. Tufts were grey with white. But I could detect no animal shape. Safe to say, they were curds of cloud. Two crows sped off and shadows were long and slanted. I longed to hold her sweet hand and kiss her beautiful face. I am soÂ in love with the darkness and light of Anna my soulmate.

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There were dark shadows, and regions of light. The gravel was mostly damp. A dog barked and the sun came out with its warmth. I spied an old rusty bottle cap, and I heard a strange laugh. Clouds were fleets of hovering mountains. Many trees were bare, while others were losing their clothing. Naked trees splayed their frames. Many trees were still bushy. 7 lithe dark little birds fluttered in a cascade. Blue skies pressed the grey and white clouds spread out. Â I was aroused with love for my heartthrob. My baptism loves her falling water. My spaceship loves her anchor. My doctor loves her dreamwork.

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I went out for a brisk walk and picked up a dozen eggs. I couldnâ€™t help but feel that I was in many countries at the same time. It must have been the cool air in the autumn light. Iâ€™m in love with Anna in this. My Christ loves her mandala. My healer loves her bodywork. My knights love her spiritual figures. My money loves her piggy bank. My risk-taking loves her courage. My energy loves her work. My stubborn loves her possessed. My strength loves her dynamic. My survivor loves her asylum. My ambulanceÂ loves her first aid. My police love her alarm. My hospital loves her nurse. My patient loves her operation. My medicine loves her homeopathy.

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My conserving loves her preserving. My ecology loves her green. My detective loves her lighthouse. My lifeboat loves her flying saucers. My therapy loves her breath of life. My waiters love her servants. My revival meeting loves her spirit. My delivering loves her source. My recovery loves her redeeming. My freedom loves her rescue. My treasuring loves her wisdom. My improving loves her teaching. My comfort loves her relief. My protecting loves her spiritual. My potential loves her stockpile. My leader loves her achiever.Â My red loves her lamps.Â My favorÂ loves her satisfied. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “The Lord shall open unto thee his good treasure.” Deuteronomy 28:12. I love Anna Dirksen.

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