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Time's Sand

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With whispers of the Heavenly Ghost choiring from the tabernacle. Listening to the pulse of the river flow. In the silence of my lonely wilderness over stepping stones and winter's moss. Forever my memories keep in my heart and soul's portmanteau. In the tranquility of my seance and ginseng. Forever the spiritual wind's sing of nomads in time's sand.

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