If they ever tell my story, let them say:
I walked with the giants. Men will rise and fall like the winter wheat but these names will never die...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Question
On a blank sheet of paper, I would merely write a question. . . and no sooner was the question written than the answer would form in my head, as if, as if, someone were whispering in my ear... I guess, i was taking dictation!!!
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