Old haunts that continue today is where authority for how concerns evolved from a past.
A time for something ritual brings an ancient tribe to appear as the wind that blows, their presence felt as atmospheric clouds to pass.
If to judge a book by its cover then are judging someone from their appearances to stand out by.
Aim high when placing the foundations for what is to develop, not all evolvement are set in ground but joined above.
Some have eyes bigger to see what is before them smaller, even their admission is a matter of size for importance, as for how others will see them. But conclusively is a select few that notices for where to expect exclusively.
In the forest; peeling back the surface as the ground to be upon, folds over like a cover of a book. The old outer cover wrinkled like bark, has an old story to tell. Many whom create as their everyday life goes by to piece the pages together. It takes one idol of a person to produce the final narration.
In the stones; relationships drift on into a distance where a lover protects and seen by a spectator who steps up, doing the maths for where equations is a choice of quality or quantity that weighs equal, love rears their ugly head when to eavesdrop when matters weigh out uneven.
1 Thessalonians Ch.2:V.6 " - Nor of men sought we glory, neither of you, nor yet of others, when we might have been burdensome, as the apostles of Christ."
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