xDroughts Shasta, your monastery was built on the wrong mountains; the rain rarely falls at your feet and begs to cleanse them. The prodigal sun always returns too often, quick to imbibe Mother’s empathy. Shasta, …
January 10, 2018
Posted January 8, 2018
xDroughts Shasta, your monastery was built on the wrong mountains; the rain rarely falls at your feet and begs to cleanse them. The prodigal sun always returns too often, quick to imbibe Mother’s empathy. Shasta, …