the Light yields the thought of many assembled and the mark of those who recede unto the Mountain of God and those who take flight into the Heavens above will see the light and mediation of one's breath blowing throw the air, the mist of God's Dragon hovering upon the waters of God's earth the sliding doors of Venus that gather the last step to be carrier above the light of a Miracle Mile on the air of the day in darkness that must stay in the time of God's temple as a totem of God's ancestors that had shed their skin and feathers for them who had been separated for a time that returned unto today.
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