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.




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