Hail to freedom from worry.
Precious Jochen:
I know what it feels like to run from dying man to dying man trying to find a place to inject morphine.
I know the feeling of putting my hand on a young boy burned beyond recognition and hear his last words: "Oh the LIGHT!"
I know how if feel to grow up or be dragged up. You have what I have in your love filled inner self.
Don't wish to have gone through all I've seen. That tapistry is my treasure to share, to enjoy.
You make me glad; it's all love, lisn't it?
George at 84 and wishing for more


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"Without Heaven, so much inspiration and truth would be missing from my life."