My Marriage Ceremony Loves Her House Completed
Overcast sky had low and puffy grey clouds. There was a slight haze. Orb of sun shone as a white disk of moon, steady and firm and resiliant. Orange sky was on the western horizon. 6 pigeons flew by and 1 caught up with them, close behind. A large cluster of lovebirds in a shifting assembly were too many to count, but there must have been at least 27. Grey skies covered the north with dark bands. My energy was better this morning. Her mountain of love had a faint veil. It was 10:20 and trees were still in the light cool wind. I’m deep in love with Anna in this.
Grey skies were thickening. A current began. Something was stirring. Orb of sun was a pearl in the midst of a smoky cocoon. Crows cawed in the distance. The lake of ice was coated in flakes, looking more like white moss. Black tar served as stepping stones to the white icy island. Stillness in the air. Inwardly energy broke free from jitsu. It was curious to observe the array. Orb of sun beamed on the crystal white field of snow. Orange sky was getting deeper. It was a good day with my son. We watched David Lynch’s Inland Empire, with interest. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My writing loves her book. My seamstress loves her weaving. My traveling loves her travel ticket. My athlete loves her prize. My task loves her deadline. My tape loves her recording. My swimming loves her boat built. My photograph loves her sun. My profit loves her rewared. My painter loves her sculptor. My actor loves her dress. My actress loves her performance. My necklace loves her pearls. My meal loves her organic. My meeting loves her date. My marriage ceremony loves her house completed. My loaf of bread loves her harvest. My letter loves her communication.
My green loves her heart’s image. My dreamwork loves her moon baby. My hammer loves her construction. My graduation ceremony loves her certificate. My discussion loves her bottle of wine. My test loves her badge. My manifesting loves her realness. My harvest loves her ripeness My commitments love her plans. My awarding loves her performance. My inward loves her Yin essence. My dream fulfilling loves her consummate. My experience loves her authentic. My determining loves her definite. My complete loves her black potent breakthrough. My achievement loves her accomplishment. My finishing loves her attaining. I love her black lunar bible verse from my Egyptian box “If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.” Matthew 17:20. I love Anna Dirksen.