Hm, mine was like I was a little above my body and was sinking back into the original position that I started in. Or, it was like even though I wasn't moving, I was sinking. It's kinda of hard to describe, but I know when it happens. |
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Hm, mine was like I was a little above my body and was sinking back into the original position that I started in. Or, it was like even though I wasn't moving, I was sinking. It's kinda of hard to describe, but I know when it happens. |
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In dreams of unspeakable joy—of restored friendships; of revived embraces; of love which said it had never died; of faces that had vanished long ago, yet said with smiling lips that they knew nothing of the grave; of pardons implored, and granted with such bursting floods of love, that I was almost glad I had sinned—thus I passed through this wondrous twilight. —George MacDonald
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33 LD's (22 DILD, 3 DEILD, 8 WILD) and counting.
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