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They danced, and touched the sky. No good, no bad; nothing remained. All became part of their glowing trail. They were violent seas: fiery red, flaming orange. They left everything in ashes. As ashes. Then they touched the sky, and they danced.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
Dance of the Flames
They danced, and touched the sky. No good, no bad; nothing remained. All became part of their glowing trail. They were violent seas: fiery red, flaming orange. They left everything in ashes. As ashes. Then they touched the sky, and they danced.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
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