All was black ~ darker and deeper than anything. A void, peaceful. Some call this God. From this space came a soul, blinking, a sparkle in the night sky. Drawn forwards in a smooth motion stuttering only in the beginnings of human consciousness, learning to put it on again, to wear it like a jacket. It hung down, close to the ground, a heaviness she remembered dimly from previous incarnations. No research this time, no debating ~ just life, breath, a series of moments. Anchoring soul life into the world.
(7 words picked randomly from book I was reading: God, wear, black, motion, hung research, debates)
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