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Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Born of cosmic particles of light she is beauty beyond imagining. When she clasps her hands in contemplation, suns are born, the moon rides high on her shoulders. Diviner of the universe, boundless power born of the goodness that encompasses all and endless. Sign in to see full entry.

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