It sailed in across a small lake, up a stream, and into the small bay. Prosperity was seen in the billowing clouds that pushed as they twisted into triskillis, chevrons, and complex series of 3s. Everyone on the shore wiped tears from their eyes and put their hands up into the air, excited to once again be blessed with an empty vessel.
<<Recorded during the 10/08 Flow Shop in Seattle - High-Quality Download -> https://bit.ly/2qwrzI6 >>
