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The glassy waters are chillier today; the contagion of reds, golds, and browns has spread from within, and the ancient ones experience the slow ecstasy of death. Winds of a harvest moon slow on the forest murk, and a tide below the surface will become a tsunami against an invincible cliff. Release thyself to the flow of eternity in infinity and you will be reborn by yourself and for yourself, one with reality in ten dimensions.
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
Wu Wei
The glassy waters are chillier today; the contagion of reds, golds, and browns has spread from within, and the ancient ones experience the slow ecstasy of death. Winds of a harvest moon slow on the forest murk, and a tide below the surface will become a tsunami against an invincible cliff. Release thyself to the flow of eternity in infinity and you will be reborn by yourself and for yourself, one with reality in ten dimensions.
Dybbuk
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
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