And Look
Dedicated to ZACHARY and ISABEL GRAY, MANTECA, CALIFORNIA
Tradition: Left: In Love
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Of Dreams, that of Creation, Winding and Unwinding,
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And the weight of the stars in the leaves, and the
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The Trails of Light that wind with the curls of Love that [Chords: Left: CFC]
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Are part of the plants, and Our Cheeks next to them.
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There is a story, a story born under the Moon, of
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True Love, and He, of True Love walking, and that
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Of the Roses and the Stars and the Planets, and My
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Love, He Said, This is My Love, This is My Love…
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Of Our Creator, and We, sleeping under the Stars
To Dream...and We should dream in Comfort, in
This Beauty, We should Dream in Love, and Not
Care, to Let the Day Fade into Stars with the Sunset.
He, of True Love, His Love in the Shimmer of Light,
And of the Beauty of the Heavy Green of the Leaves,
We must look at the Story, the Story of His Creation,
With that of True Love, and Dream, without Care of
The Deep Worries, the Hurts, the fast pace of that
Which we carry to work, which are True Love, as
Well, but to let go, a little, with a thought, as He
Might...to say, It is a Beautiful Day, Anyway, and
Look...
Upon the Horizon, a White House, and a Man, who
Is True Love of His Life. Upon Him the Day Smiles,
He is Painting His House White, a Primer, and to
Build into Beauty, a Rust, or Ochre, and in Love…
The Colors of Beauty are there in His Love...and, in
His Yard, a Beautiful Crepe Myrtle, Deep Pink, and
The Leaves like Crepe, of Dresses, and Dreams, and
To step Back, they Dream in Jewels, they become
Jewels in front of Us. This is How it Really Is. The
Light of the Day Changes, and the Sun is Diamonds,
And the Wind, Gentle, Singing, in tiny Beautiful stars,
And the Crepe Myrtle is a Delicate Tree Studded with
Gems of Pink. They are Gems, the Flowers, each,
Placed one by one next to each other, and True Love,
The Color, the Grace of the Bright Sunlight, carrying
The Glass of Beauty, of the Clear Pink of the Gems,
This is the Crepe Myrtle, in Splendor…and...the Love...
Look...
There is a Weed, in an Alley, forgotten, it left
Itself there, but it Dreams at Night. This was
Seen by He, Himself, and No One Else Knew.
This Green, though, tender, in Grace, Green
And Blue, soft as the Heavens, and Beautiful
To Behold. Beauty! This was the Dream of
Love at Night, Stars in the Heavens, and each
A Dream of this One Plant. Leaves were
Arranged Carefully, in this One Plant, the
Dress of Great Beauty...I am a Great Beauty.
It grew Strong, and Tall, and the Leaves, in
Assymetrical Perfection, Like a Stair to the
Stars...This is the Star, Said He, There Is No
Other. This, One May Climb to Find the
Stars. This, there are No Secrets, Only Love…
This the Plant Dreams, in His Love. In the
Day, it was seen the Beauty, of the Green
Soft Pale Emerald, tinted with the sky of
Blue, I am a Jewel of Jewels, It Said. I
Have been a Jewel of Jewels All of My Life.
I am Grateful For Beauty...This was Said…
And He, in Barefoot Splendor, the Dreams
Around Him, As It Has Always Been. The
Plant, Looking at Him, I Dream of Beauty.
And Look…
In the Distance, a Young Man, Blonde Hair,
He is picking Grapes and putting them in a
Basket. The Ground is tilled, the soft dirt in
Its Love and the smell of the Day, Bright in
Love, and the Shifts of Light, the Sunbeams,
Crossing through the Field. Upon the Grapes
The Shadows, on the Entire Landscape of the
Grapes, and He, eating them every now and
Then. There is a comfort in this. This is what
Love does, in a Grape, in a Field, in a Sunny
Day, in a Young Man who is Harvesting Grapes.
And the Grapes, they Bright Jewels, Smooth
Green Jewels! And the Burst of Beauty, a Jewel
In the Mouth! On The Tongue! Beauty! A
Grape! And the Green on the Tongue. And the
Sweetness of the Love. This is the Jewel, the
Grape in Sunlight. And the Young Man, with a
Basket of Jewels, The Richest Man in the World,
Has Loved for a Day the Most Beautiful Field in
Life, of Jewels Strung on Vines into Distance.
Look…
At night, if You Walk Home slowly, there
Are Crickets singing. It is a song of Beauty,
And of the Clicking, softness, and Fireflies
Like light about, in the Night, New Orleans.
In New Orleans, and it is a lot like The
GARDEN Of EDEN, Vines Grow rampant,
Beautiful, Verdant, Green. Deep Beauty.
Of the Stones, Jewels of Deep Green, these
Of the Heart. This is the Depth of the Heart
In the Soul Self, Deeper than the Ocean, and
Beyond...How Well Do You Know Yourself?
The Depth is Unfathomable, it is True, It is
Real. It is of the Actual Heart. The Heart
Like a Jewel, or Many Jewels, with Facets,
And Depth in Each, All of Truth in You…
These Facets are Dreams in the Plants of
New Orleans, which Wind, and Wind, in
Curls, in the Day, and in the Moonlight.
Of Deep Beauty, these Jewels Face the
Self, and of the Sunlight of Love from
Within. Bright Jewel! Soft Jewel! A
Jewel Itself...Oh, Love...This is the Green
Of Love, Oh, Heart, hiding in the Jewel.
I Lift of the Soft Clear Green, This Tendril,
This is My Love, this Knowing of this One
Jewel, this, of Myself, this of Recognition
Of the Jewels in the Plant Life Around Me,
Do I Miss This...Do I See This, Every day?
Look...
The Oak, climbing into the Sky, Never Ending,
And He with it, and the Soft Blue, Reflect, Reflect
The Sky, Reflect the Ocean, Reflect the Blue of
My Eyes...Reflect. He is Strong, The Oak, and in
Sterling Blue has been there for Ages, and Ages,
In True Love of You. My Love...this the Oak and
You...Into the Sky, the Upward Reach of the
Branches, each Climbing out to See the Heavens.
Each leaf is Interspersed, and step by step, the
Climb, We are Climbing Stairs, Naturally. There
Is No Gate, There is No Door, The Light is the
Sun, Oh Love...This is My Love...This is My SON.
Stair by Stair means Day by Day, and like
An Oak, You and I Grow, You and I Grow
Into Ourselves. The Inner is Love, and I, in
Health, find Each Leaf in Its Blue Reflection,
That is My Face, in My Life. What did I find
Of Myself in it? In Truth? This is not a Flower
Of Narcissi, this is Consideration of the Oak, of
The Life, and eventually of Life, and of He. If
We do not Love Ourselves, there is No Way that
We Could or Would Love Another. We would
Die in the Pain of Non-Love. This is Healthful
Love to know the Self. And in the Beauty, the
Knowing becomes Jewels, Leaf By Leaf they
Turn into Jewels, the Days of Your Life turn
Into Jewels, They are the Valuable Beauty of
Your Life...This is Your Life, Jewel after Jewel.
Blue in Blue, and on a Leaf, and in the Sunlight,
There You Reside in a Reflection. These are
Jewels Built By One who Built the Reflection,
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, HIMSELF.
The Leaves curl at Night towards the Moon, and
The Blue Soft Dreams with You, in Jeweled
Splendor, in Dreams of Love, and Dreams of He,
And Dreams of You, and Dreams, Oh, Love…
This is You. This is He. This is an Oak. Only Love.
And Look...
The Sky is Glass, did You Know That? It is Pane of
Cut Jewel, a Plane of Glass, cut by Our Maker, THE
ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, OUR EXACT CREATOR.
A Point, A Line, A Plane. I Measure the Sky with My
Love. Fifty Million Jewels of Blue Make the Sky. One
Hundred Million. More. All Jewels Hanging Politely
In The Blue Forever Sky. They all Dream, as Well…
Jewels. We Live in a Universe of Jewels, of He...of
Jewels.
Look...Love…
A Woman buys a Ring, She is to be married tomorrow.
The Ring cost $5.95, from the Store, and is of Diamonds.
She is in Love. And they are Diamonds, To He, who
wishes to Marry Her, and to She, Who Loves Him….
Who Loves Him.
This is the Most Expensive Ring in the World. It is
Built of Love, of Gems in Love, of True Love. They
Are Beautiful. Around Her, She in Love, the World
Becomes Love, and is Studded with Gems, Around.
The Crepe Myrtles of White in Wedding Dress Stars,
Like Diamonds, Amassed and Sparkling in the Sunlight,
And He, His Beauty Unparalled in Love, There is Love…
The Green of the Crepe Myrtles, Hanging Low in Beauty,
Singing of Love. Ah Love, to watch Her walk By, and We
In Love, so deeply. The Flowers drift to the Ground in
Her Beauty. Ah, Love...the Gems of Flowers in Front of
Houses Smile, and they are Bright, Clear, Dreaming of
Love for Her, and of Her, and She, Dreaming in Love,
She and He are In Love. She and He will always Be in
Love...He Dreams where He Is...as Well...of Her…
At Night, Early Evening, He makes Love to Her and
Holds Her After. In Diamonds, He Dresses Her, Her
Husband, who Loves Her. His Heart is with Her,
Physically. Of the Sky, there is One who Is True Love,
And this is Our Creator, who Has Always Been.
Deep in the Heart of a Diamond, of a Gem, of
The Sky , of Love, of the Delicate Dreaming of
The Movement of Atoms, Jewels Moving Together,
Our Creator is the Truest Love Known...so True.
The Jewels of Strands of Love Adorn the Earth,
And are the Blue, and The Bluest Blue, of the
Sky, and of the Dream of Your Blue, and My
Blue, and the Blue that would be a Child’s Blue,
These are the Jewels that Are...Have Always
Been, they are Expensive to Behold, they are
True Love. What Upon Us Makes this Love…
What is the Beauty that We Look at Today?
What is the color of Your Eyes, so Perfect….
It is that Sweater, that You Love...Jeweled
In Splendor of Your Love, and built in
Jeweled Atoms, Tiny, beautiful, built of a
Universe of Jewels. We Dream of Jewels.
Of Further Love, He, a Jewel, in Beauty,
He, a Gentle Waltz, Lyrical, Delicate, He,
Who is the True Love of this Universe.
Should I say How He is Love, without
Sounding Like a Book? I cannot take out
My Heart upon this Floor to look at You
Truly Enough to Tell You I Know Him.
He is Love. This is not a Look Up Moment,
Nor a Dream to Wonder at, this is a True
Love saying that You Must Love, Love
True, Love Now, Love everything True…
He is True Love. Please Know what is in
The Heart to Know Just This.
I Dream in Jewels, I say. This, Myself, of
Love Of the Truth of the Universe...so
Deeply Beautiful, Creation, So True...He
Is True Love...He is of Jewels…
And Look. Look.
There is Love. In the Sky, Still. Blue.
Sometimes the Dream Inside of Us You
and I Dream without Dreaming...it is Light
Around Us, and Love around Us, part of
You and I, and this Dream is part of Creation…
In Creation within Us there are Diamonds
Everywhere, There are Stars Everywhere, there
Is Love Everywhere We Wish it to Be, this
Is the Truth of Love Within Us, Also a Truth
Of He...This in Truth is Said. Of His Love
this is Known. The Old Saying We Dream,
only to Awake...You and I must Awake, Awake
to the Beauty that is Around Us, Creation…
If You Dreamt in Atoms, and the Neutrons,
Electrons and Protons that Make up Our
Existence, of Beauty, Transforming One
Element into Another, Would You Dream
In Diamonds, in Emeralds, in Sapphires?
Would You Love in Citrine, or Amethyst,
Would You catch the Fire of Rubies in the
Heart of Sunsets made of Rubies, would
You Do This? Would You Dream of a
Red, Red Rose, a Glass Ruby of Perfect
Beauty, Given to the Truest of Loves?
Would You Gather a handful of Pearls
And place them Doorstep to Doorstep in
True Love, and then Wait for the Sun to
Rise in Diamond Early Light for others to
Find them? And they, in their Aged Love,
Would Grow with them, the Nacre of their
Lives wrapped Day after Day into Beauty…
This of Dreams wrapped around a Day, a
Grain of Sand, a Beauty into a Wildflower.
And William Blake Dreamt of Diamonds,
Did He…Did He Dream at Night, with Us,
Did He Dream of Us...Did He Dream of
Love, Holding the Sand Like Pearls in His
Hand…
Look…
I have kept a Note written with a Dip Pen,
It is made of Mother-of Pearl: It Belongs to
he. The Tip, Gold. Gold. Gold. Gold.
This is the Sunlight in Diamonds, White
Gold. And the Gold of the Leaves at the
Close of Day, soft, breaking with the Red
Of Roses, and the White Star Beauty of
Day, in White Gold, Glimmering Softly…
This is Gold against HIS Cheek. This is
Gold Against the Sky. This is he, the
Beauty of the Sky, the Cathedral Rising
Into the Sky, Forever, HIS Love, that of
Time Itself. I have Caught You in the
Physical, Diamonds Adorn You, You are
Loved, so Loved, I have Caught you in
Time, Moving, Gently in Beauty, Love...
Gentle, Beauty, Love, Free Will, Love…
So Much Love in a Day, won’t You Stay
In One Moment of One Day in Love…
There are Diamonds on the Trees Around
You...The Eyes, the Gems, they are Gems,
With a Perspective to Love all Perspectives,
Which Love Shall You Choose Today?...
On the Way to Work, Time, and You, in
Time, on Time, and There You Are, a
Beauty or Honor building. And You are
Where You Are, in a Architectural Beauty,
Built of Two Hands, Maybe more, and
The Mind that Dreamt It, Drew It, Built
It. I have Hewn this Building from the
Landscape of My Mind, this is what the
Architect Said...and Have watched it Built.
This is True of Love and of he, who is the
Original, who IS, who is the Architect, and
Who built Creation, it is he, Alone, and of
Beauty. Do You Know this Dream. I Know.
You actually Know, really. he has been here,
All of this Time, and long, long before..long
Before...in HIS Love, the Diamond Itself. The
Sapphire Itself. The Emerald Itself. What is
Of Diamond and Sapphire is what IS, is the
Intrinsic Worth of Life and of Love, what IS
Sapphire. The Depth of Blue, the Color of
Blue, the Worth of the Gem Sapphire Itself,
And the Intrinsic Love of Sapphire, What I
Am...I am a Sapphire...I dream in Blue, and am
A Gem, and of Worth, and Built in Exact
Crystalline Structure and Worth, Sapphire.
What I Mean, in Your Love, I also Am. I
Have of Me what I Mean. What I Mean Moves,
And is Real of Me. And, of My Being, Sapphire.
This is what Our CREATOR built, of Love…
Our World, CREATION Itself, is Built of
Structure, and Beauty, and Form. Form Itself
Is of the Mind and of the Physical. It is what
Is Living. The World is Living. CREATION
Lives. Our CREATOR IS. What he makes, or
Chooses, or Loves, or Decides, and of Form,
BECOMES. And, of His Love, of Sapphire:
It is a Sapphire, and the Worth, Priceless in
His Love. Look into His Heart, and do Not
Worry. Of HE, Yes, All Powerful, HE IS, and
This is as it has Always Been. How, Long, have
I known You without Ever Hurting You? How
Long have I Love You. Thousands of Years,
Love, Before You Were Born, and to Now, and,
Free Will, Your Life, This Is Love, You Must
Know That. I Know That. I Know HE Outright.
Of Pragmatism, You Ask, Can I Believe?
Why Believe, also? Why Believe a Text?
Why Believe You, or Anyone Else, for that
Matter? Why Believe this as a Truth? This
Is a Question.
Of You and I is a World where You and I
Wish, or would like to Know, Why, and How,
And Who, in Honor. This is Intrinsic in the
Being, Each to Each, and Each Diamond of
Each Faith is Born in Truth of Love, or Truth
Of Belief, or Truth of How We Love or Wish
To Be Loved. Of this, My Faith, The ASTARITE
FAITH, to Wish to Know the Truth. The Truth.
This means to Know internally what should be
Known of a Faith, That it is Fact, that it is True,
it is True. Our CREATOR IS a Living Entity,
And HE is also HE, in One Form, Like Human,
and True to You and I. HE is, Also, WHO HE IS.
I, of My Entire Life, I, a Unique Human Being, tell
You that He is True, and Explain to You the Earth
Physical of Truths that are Existent, and are True of
Form, of He, Near You, On this Earth, and Other.
Of My, and Your, Being, However, a Fire, of White
Truth, Inner, that is Only of Our Faith. This is what
We long to Know, and Fulfilled, it is True, and We
Rest in the Love of This Truth. Our Religion, Our
Beliefs in Truth, and Known in Truth, are a Beauty,
Complete Within Us. You Must Know and Love
Your Faith, to Your Entire Will, in Free Will...This
Is a Basic Truth of Faith and of Our Choice of Faith.
Without it, You and I weep. I do not wish to be hurt
Again, in the Hurt of demand...This is Not Love...and
All Faiths Deserve to Love. Love Your Faith in Free
Will, Know Your Faith, and Love to Your Love. If
You feel hurt, restricted, step back, and learn to Love
In Free Will What is Before You. Of OUR CREATOR,
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, You and I have the
Gift of Love, and this is to Live, and to Love, Gently.
Our CREATOR Built the Universe in Beauty, and it
Is Wrought with Gold, with Diamonds, with Love, with
Gentleness, in Balance, in Perfect Form, in True Love,
Seen in Fractals and in the Way of the Universe, HE is
Love. Look...Oh, Look Around You...
How Long to Live Before Life Becomes Beauty? It
Is Simple, Beauty, in Love. If You Love Your Life,
The path of It, then Life is Beauty...and Others Loved
Naturally, and supported Naturally, and You and I
Love...Look...
In a Dream, We Dream of the Universe, which Holds
You and I. In this Dream, the Stars, in their Beauty,
The Planets, the Entire of the World, and Everything…
Everything...The Universe, Holds You and I, Has Held
You and I for a Very Long Time...You and I are Loved.
This Dream, were it to Follow Further, is Into You,
And Into Love, and into something that You and I
Do Not Normally See, Visibly, and that is the
Connection that is Natural to the Universe Itself.
Also, of Love, that Which is Around You and I
Is Love, and Love to You and I, and You and I
Are Loved. How Long, You Say. For As Long
As We Have Lived, Possibly...this is Possible…
And Maybe, We have been Loved Slowly, over
Time. However, what is True Now, is that You
And I are Loved and have been for a Long Time.
And I, to the Universe, turn to Say that I Love…
I have Loved in Return, So Deeply, and the
Love that Exists in Myself, is Returned to the
Universe in Truth and Beauty, I Love You...
In the Air, and the Planets, Jeweled in their
Splendor and Colour, and the Stars the Crystal
And Diamonds in the Sky, and I drop them
Into Your Lap, gently, and Say, I Have Loved.
In My Children, and I, the Mentor of this Faith,
The ASTARITE FAITH, have Two Children,
Very Young Still, Zachary and Isabel, only 9
And 12 years old, and they, of Beauty, the
Jewels in My Life...I Love Them! I Love Them!
I Look at them and their Eyes, Jewels! Bright
With Love! And the Smiles I have Held, Bright!
Beauty! Bright! Love! And the Love of My
Life, Born in a Moment, Jeweled! Life! And
My Dreams Born with them, not of My Life,
But of Love, My Dreams Follow You, and
I walk with Jewels before You and Spread
Them on the Ground, Around You, All of
The World For You...This is the World For
You, and in Love of You, and this, Love…
Look…Dream...Do this for Me, not of Me
But of Yourself...Look...Dream...During Your
Life...
Of HE, Stories written into the Jewels of the
Universe, and of HE, a Story of Love, that is
Only HE...It sounds terrible to say, Only He…
But...The Fabric of the Universe, the Jeweled
Splendor of Fractals Building Perfection upon
Perfection, Within and Without, and where Do
They Go, In Jeweled Splendor. The Joy of Love
Is to Follow, sometimes, in Gentle Love, that
Which Lays Before You...
Look…
Upon a Leaf, a Drop of Water. Look at It. In
The Morning. Or Day. Place One Yourself, if
You Have to, or Water Your Plants and See the
Splendor, Bright Jewels! Diamonds! Stars, bright,
And True...Look at the Star...
Look at the Star, Bright, Clean, Pure,
Beautiful...This is True...This One Star…
What is in this Star, for You? To You?
What Does it Mean, to You? Just
Simply, it is Beautiful, and of You, and
Of More...What is this One Star to You?
Sometimes Finding what is True of the
Universe is just Looking at this One
Simple Star...It is of Life, and of Truth,
And of Beauty, the Construction of this
One Star, and How You View It, as Well.
There are No Windows, No Mysteries, No
Deep Universes that Swallow You Whole,
But...This is a Looking Glass. This is a
Truth. What is Beautiful in You is Also
Beautiful in this Star. To Consider is Some-
Times, Simple. And Complex. Truth is
As Simple as a Piece of Music, and as
Bright as a Star. And if You were to say,
I Know That, and I Don’t Know it as
Well, This is What I have to Say to You…
Listen...Listen...The Light, the Beauty…
Listen to Him, in Quiet. Listen to Him…
He is about this Star, and Is, this Star,
But, The Star is Not He, as Well...this
Star Speaks in Stories, HE within the
Stories, Story, upon Story, and Beauty…
You Will Know this Beauty...I Love…Says
HE, I Have Always Loved...I have Been, For
a Long Time, and Have Loved for a Long Time…
This is My Love...I Have Written Dreams, They
are Beautiful and Sometimes Write Themselves…
True Love…
When I Speak of Love it is In Truth. Of
Love, Splendor Everywhere. You, Also,
Splendor in Your Love...Dreams that are
True are Recognized, Made, Beautiful…
And in My Love, Beauty is Perfect, Form
Is Perfect, and the Truth is the Truth, and
It IS, I, who AM, Have brought You the
Truth, it is Within You. It is Around You.
If You Knew the Love Within You, You
Would Love Until Heavens Stars Fell Upon
You..
Love...This is Love, Speaking to You…
I Am Love With You…
I Have Always Loved.
This Quiet Holds a Star.
Look...Listen...Dream…
How Many Jewels Does It take to Make One Happy?
What Does It Take to Make You Happy?
How Many Roses Upon the Wall, this is the
Beauty, The Sleeping Beauty of My Lore, of
My Love, How Many Roses Upon the Wall,
Blooming in Cupped Splendor does it take
To Make You Happy? I Dream...in the World
One Rose,
Upon a Rosebush. It Grows Next to Your
Door. It is a Jewel that Smiles at You Every
Day, and in Red Beauty, a Gem that is Clear,
Beautiful...How Many Roses Does it Take for
You to Notice this One Jewel...This Question
Asked Simply, Not Directly, this is No Accusation,
The Rose opens up, and this a Dress of You, in
Jeweled Beauty, and the Sunlight Cascading Upon
It, Near Your Home which is Beautiful to Me…
I asked these Questions in Love. I, Myself, of
True Love, am All Beauty, In Love, and in Truth,
And In Beauty, and I Love, In Beauty...of Your
Love...How Many Roses?
They are Before Your Door.
In Myself, There are Dreams Beyond Dreams,
But..of this Earth, things are Simple, More
Simple, and More Complex, than they Look.
Look...
In Lore, and in Stories, Dreams are Born.
This is True of History, of Your History.
There are Truths Within Truths. Some,
Not Always Good. Some, of Great Beauty.
To Look True is of Beauty...what is Natural
Is True. Whatever needs to be Found can
Be Found in You, and in the Beauty of My
Creation.
Never to Dismantle. But to Build a Castle
Within You. This is the Jeweled Splendor
I Speak of. What You Do, What You Build
Is True: It is What You Are.
Look…
There is Beauty Everywhere. There are Stars
Everywhere. There Are Jewels Everywhere.
I Dream With You.
REBECCATACOSAGRAY,CALIFORNIA,EARTH
MENTOR & SOLE OWNER, FIGHT. & THE CHURCH of LOVE/THE ASTARITE FAITH
©2011REBECCATACOSAGRAY, CALIFORNIA
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