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the grassy meadows free from lines or tall armor fly freely in every direction. its a meeting, a joining, a blending for every inch to raise high enough and then low enough to circle around and stay so clear, so near until the point of falling into one. and this happens again and again like the clover to renounce the very essence of our petals. and the motion sings sweeter than before, rejoicing to be for Thee, the Alpha and Omega with no break in between.