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The vast songs archangels relinquish oh so soberly in the name of undying love. Our quirks are so seemingly mutable, yet we know by heart the habits that leech our immortality from us, leave us endlessly wanting a raw, elemental option we could live more persuasively by. Board the plane feel it weave through clouds so sylph-like you know water is eternally feminine– assay the forces nature leaves beneficently for us – like monks we hoard them – each one a comfort, Michael, as we embrace the jagged breeze. |
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