Dear David,
How tidings greetings, a push hid clay, is it the law, I do rid, in sight, my name in youth I take my own to one obey? Is it the law I seek in refuge sight, or a simple pathways, the skull, I grazed, to a hand held torture, in unattended pathways, a school of night, to hands reaped fame, to education lacking, I, I now confessed, I raised, a hand as a child, and in viewing memory blame, the hand I raised, was I on the throat, to silent wind, the curses hid around, the behaviour unsavoury, to my position in lofty positions, th eagle balanced in favours flight, one pedestal shy, and now the crop the mission night, to a rock so black, the woove, the lick of honey, to treatement foe. In confessions, young, my own criminal offence, in youth, I do hid obey, and wish to confess all, my crimes, in during philosophy night hold, to secure my criminal offense, to lifetime imprisonment, in a silent temperance room to forty years hid covery find, with simple food placed gruel in temperance acceptance, I to name, to clear pathways, I the foul behaviour, in greetings flame. In silent mission, memory fold, please secure the memory hindsight bold, in folding philosophy, or mission grain, in the hindsight mission education to grain to name, in unwinding motion, the child of the kundalini, I am hope to gain, in tidings youth, as a child of the snake, and motion fluid in gatherings evidence forth, I wish a transfer even to the location even to start journey soul, in India now, the visa passport, I hold to clear, to transfer soul in lessons might, and back to fold my tidings, the mission clear in lessons, all, the bite tame name, in soft fold philosophy, the ear night divine, and clear all partitions, this day ripe sign. In tidings youth, all riddance obey, all healings mine, to all criminal offences I now clear, under my wishes, the tidings form in all known citings listed, and philosophies garnished through youth as clay, and afformentions future negotions unwinding forward, to night time mold, and forward motion, an applause, I to the day, to the child, I the kundalini complete in Guru X, to attend in pupils excavation phase, and tidings philosophy on the table, in evidence foe, to the written word, not to clear, the the entangled philosophy, the upward trend to the crown and back in heart, in settlements arrears this morning, to day, I now acknowledge completed, in the tongue, I choose, and others motions light tilt gear. If other tidings meeting dwellings keep, then I wish to acknowledge all motions of the philosophy all perfected in motions, loft, the perfected, movement from linear motion to tidings greet, and beyond the meet, and backward tending form, I do wish to acknowledge the art form philosophy, that I myself, completed, as a Guru tending philosophy, practiced keenly from the transfer soul kept young, and glean tempt tidings, eye kept care, in professionals I clear, as all I, in silence day, their eyes stripped to crown, all knowings joined and wisdom, my heart to now, I hold in perfection art. If knowings happen future coin, I wish in freedom to take a pupil, in kind arrear, to stain my blight, in future permissions, my art, to balance the stain, across the novel foothold night, the left, then right, in attendance night, and accept the imbalance, my focus, the formless hold, the unfoldings night, to day, the lair, that I hold now heart, in perfectionless loss, my form the guidance, I, and all, and pupil, I grant to thee, I name, or tidings forth to backclear tame, in future reckonings, as this moment forward, in forwith tending philosophies, this present seer, one pupil might. If attention, willing, in pleasing philosophy kinding motion claim, the dwelling keep, I wish two holds, two countries bold, two travel points in one dwelling, I, the moon hid motion, sun to shy, the foot hold stationary, and then in loft, both stationary dwellings balanced shy, to each dwelling one person balanced meet, to tidings wept, the items stripped in one bag treat, to future tendings one stripped fair, and returned all in items, same bag, and tidings the other off-care meetings in binding form, two households claim, in border joined across the threadless cross, in timed passages to my discretion, the nightmare clear, to my pupil in broadcast, I clear in this moment, the heart for me now held clear.
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