Easter morn reading Exodus to the lil one

Myra 1:1 I declare I hate when truth is overthrown,
hate to be taken advantage of. May all who do devour their own souls.
Selah

Last night:

Dreamt I stood in a marsh
crystal clear waters
sand beneath. Sank lower than
the two other people present- roots
from trees of old attatched themselves to my
naked back. Stood on a large root and sang from
a window seat. Recalled the days when I was a child; adventerous


come back, come back baby, come back.