The stillness of the morning, a H00T 0wL Heard before a Blazing Fire iN the coming Glistening Reflections Of Golden D0wn Light, May Each feather YeHear make the dressing upon the Salad Bowl Like a Monday’s Barber Chair, The Hope Of Coming Glory in the Hearts Of each and Every 0NE! This Living Word is Shared by The Spirit Of Truth, YeHoShUa, and like a Son, Luke shares the REST! IT is found hidden as Washington’s Cann0n Balls, stacked in a Pyramid that Measures 15.16 . . . 17 for this TiMe AroUNd. Like A Pomegranate, the Flax Burns for the ripple when KNOW STONE is tossed! That ALL W00D BeE Groovy as WE walk Along The, Treasured & Narrow, Way!