A Well Lit Way, To My Field Of Stories. Comments

Ah yes! I'm moving towards my well lit way to my field of stories.
The warm wind of the Oklahoma clay can be felt upon the hairs which stand up on the back of my neck.
Is this the holy spirit bristling movement through these hairs and goosebumps multiplying and branching out their expanding paths?
Daily the clacking of computer keys can be heard echoing throughout
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