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Around the cosmic campfire, by Tony Wright.
My mother. Afterwards, I am near closing this volume now, and I say I'm also grateful for the very high radio station that helps me tune in to all kinds of beautiful people as I journey on, sometimes on uncertain ground. I love that I now have my antenna up for receiving at all times to what I call my god station. I love that others receive my transmission, and that I receive them as well, to enrich our lives every day.
To you, my sweet readers, I thank you all for reading to the very end of this little book. I admit it is a somewhat strange collection of soul transmissions. I hope all of you may now be more aware of your own antennas and receivers, of your own divine radio station, and how to turn the dials to get better reception.
For now, I turned the volume down just a hair on my god station, as it is time to wander off to get a bit of sleep. I see the campfire has burned down to just pale embers that continue their quiet glow as I stretch and turn in from the deepening night sky. It was such incredible fun to read with you, and I hug you all as you turn towards your beds as well.
Folding the woolen blankets, the black Ellie dog and I head back to the house. A falling star fizzles out in the shades of green right there in my skyscape of the incredible Seven Sisters constellation. I say, with such love and gratitude to you, that until we meet here again, I am forever and cosmically yours, Tony Wright.