No photo needed see the spiritual potency of my dream. Read her in the pages. If you are unaware of who you are than you are unaware of my dream. Only spiritually mature eyes can see her beauty and majestic light. Thank God I grew up, so I could qualify to know the identity of my dream. Jesus thank you for walking with someone like me. There is no damnation for my soul, only the evolution of my dream. God let her power overflow into all the dry places...
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