It is as I said before, when I see the stones scattered about, it’s like a woodshop trash bin full of crumpled up pieces of used sandpaper. They take on a repeating geometric form, after folding the sandpaper a few times.
It is God that open my eyes to it and the ancient people that put those stones there for me to retrieve. Now, it’s time to get to work. Please consider supporting the cause.
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