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It is of color not portrayable by any artist. A shade of blue which has no name. The white rays of its sun fill the gaps in my being, directed by the breeze winnowed from the mouth of God Himself.
I am in perfect concordance. My soul is open to the wind, vulnerable yet indestructible. I hear the crows and understand. I touch the grass and feel its dormancy.
I await the sky.
I am in perfect concordance. My soul is open to the wind, vulnerable yet indestructible. I hear the crows and understand. I touch the grass and feel its dormancy.
I await the sky.

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