The Believer and The Light
Description
It can't hurt if it's not real. Can it?
Foreword
Where do the lights begin to fade behind the darkened lids of sleep? How can one catch all these dreams, these pictures that move as fast as the light itself, but make little sense?
Let it cover you sweet child, the light of the Father. Let it come and capture your hearts desires.
It's not the end. It's just the beginning.
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