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At the cusp of dusk they billow in, Great black beasts, gravid and wroth; They devour moon, they devour stars, Thundering across the celestial sphere. Roaring eruptions and lambent light – A bacchanal of Babeldom. Eden fire pierce, fierce, incisive stabs; Instantly illuminating, As the great black beasts birth torrents. R. A. Tyndall
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
"Thunderstorms"
At the cusp of dusk they billow in, Great black beasts, gravid and wroth; They devour moon, they devour stars, Thundering across the celestial sphere. Roaring eruptions and lambent light – A bacchanal of Babeldom. Eden fire pierce, fierce, incisive stabs; Instantly illuminating, As the great black beasts birth torrents. R. A. Tyndall
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
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