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| beautiful, beautiful the winnowing wind like a shadow that splits the churning sea, no thing yet cutting across some primeval dark empty page suddenly, mysteriously circling around what dream waits, watching within a heart such as ours even now, soundlessly blowing the taste of music endlessly through it coloring some gentle rhythm with wellbeing casting pure brilliance into creatures of the night eternal |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
| woman figure reflecting @ Diane Romanello Gallery; woman's contemplative profile @ PunchStock stock photography resources |