Twin Deer Mother notes: ​Love is Near Bring in Cheer

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White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

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Jul 22, 2016, 2:48:14 PM7/22/16
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​Love is Near Bring in Cheer

There is a place where we dwell in space. We needed cheer today. And if we did glow, with love in the rows, we could understand how it flows. Tending our hearts with joy in the land. We can find a good place to stand. We needed you to bring in the true, where love is the land of the muse. Come stand next to me and I will share the seas. Come next to me, where it comes towards divinity. Stand holding true, the land of the blue, where the light is shining upon you.

Hold it close and tend the spokes. I hear you love, coming to take a tote. Fill it up with love and you will be carried away, into the land where we learn to play. Sending out our rays, for another day. Let our hearts smile for a keeping of a mile. We will travel along, with happy hearts, because we know exactly how to start.

Kisses and hugs I need today. Kisses and hugs along those waves. Kisses and hugs, tenderness. I send my heart into this bliss. We have joy overflowing because you are near. And my heart feels every single tear. We cry to witness the love we feel, the making of the sacred wheel.

Tell me true, we needed you. Tell me true, I can feel the blue. Tell me true, you are standing near, to gift your love and bring me some cheer. We are walking in a good way together today. And everything is often making us a parade. Come to the distance where we will call, the hands of the favor, the smiles and all. You are near, bringing me cheer. You are near, oh my heart is filled. You are near, the land of God, bringing me to the distance traveling like clouds.

Where time is growing like grass in the trees. Time is blowing those seeds free. Time is bringing home all the distance in the land. I can feel joy because you stand, next to me, I am can travel this land, with my heart full of joy. We have a plan.

Twin Deer Mother notes upon those spokes, the telling of the story and all of those totes. And we are the children of the twins carried far, just to feel joy when Mother in the yard.

Father Red Hand beating on the drum, feeling the story, always succumb, to the loving hands of our destiny, the land of the story that sets us free. The land of the story, because you are standing next to me. Joy overflowing the river does stand. I know the sending of the loving hands.

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