Early Morning

I let my head fall back, and I looked into the Everlasting Blue Sky. It was morning. A portion of the skies was yellow, some the gentlest blue. One little cloud abandoned along. Weird how everything underneath can be such passing and turmoil and torment while over the sky is peace, sweet blue tenderness. I heard a shaman say once, the Precursors need our souls to resemble the blue sky.

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