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| in it is the mystery of amar breathing into each synthesizing letter a secret fire dancing simply with lights of perfections arching over the sky, filling the earth, hovering the sea unfolding clarity dropping thoughts like words of water splitting open into some meaning permeating the air sublimated from a complex heart found, discovered like a special treasure blooming from a dangerous misfit mind perfectly imperfect this is gold |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |