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It looks like plain Watergate Salad, but underneath lies heavenly Ambrosia. |
| I found my hands today, Molding the universe In ancient, elastic sustenance. I found my heart today, Singing a dewy web Of primordial calm. I found my mind today, Merging the leeways Of genesis streams. I found my soul today; Polishing the crystal spheres In ageless, recurring sacrament. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |