within our garden, sin does not exist, nor does time exist, for every moment God lays Her hand upon mine when i am in the garden. Her voice is as soft as it was deep. she is the deep voice of a mother and daughter, with a soft voice as a wife. she listens as well as she speaks to Her children out loud and in comfort. and when we listen to Her, the air is still and calm, treme and serene, as God's beauty persists and her patience is by far outstanding, the riches of any man's culture that can live one more time side by side within one another's house and home. for no sin could exist before woman became who she was and will be the same as i am today within every person and lady who is the Light of God's Holy Spirit, who is right beside the Man of Sin who is hidden in a garden and underneath a canopy naked but covered, for Heaven leaves for its children to be covered. for no sin can be done in Heaven, Home, or Garden against itself. or without someone to against.
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