Crossing the plate of anthers home field.

As the fastball is pitched forward, through space and time, Emotion flares from the motion of the ball into all corners of the stadium. Out there, is reality speaking to me? Should I swing? Will I fail? Will I survive? Somehow, I know To let that go and become everything around me. To allow the spirit at hand to become whole as a Soul once again.


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