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Submitted by Steven ODell on 24 July 2007 - 12:00am. | |

With the way the world slips a bit here and a bit there, almost imperceptibly at times, I thought this might be how we would be seeing things as 'normal' in the near future, were it not for modern prophets and revelation.

July Morning--Steven O'Dell (C)2007

This morning I was greeted by the gentle chirping of police dogs and the melodious hum of helicopters. On occasion I can hear the soft barking of a pistol in the near distance. I would never have guessed in a million years life could be like this—so magnificent and awe-inspiring. And the voices that I heard...they must be angels from on high...instructing one to sit on the curb and just chill and enjoy life with one's hands above one's head, praising God for all the blessings of life and awaiting the assistance that is sure to rapidly come. Only one thing more could have made it entirely perfect—the woodpecker rat-a-tat-tat of tiny machine guns in the tree branches. I count my blessings nevertheless.

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