Manolo and za Burning Bush.
IT burns. it BURNS. It Burrrns! The Path is Awake. The Sand is Alive! The Burning Bush beckons. I wear shoes not. Bits of za Blahnik Litter-strewn around-About. Melted from za Feet of I. The Burning Bush beckons. The Burning Bush beckons. The Burning Bush beckons. IT BURNS!!! Not. Warm Glow. Transference. Suffusion. I see, Awake. Alive, I hear. Freedom. F-R-E-E-D-O-M !!!! Debt Free. Ten digits waving at the Lord from za Ground.