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Jul 2013
It was neverending..
People from all over the world worked on what will soon look like a halo in the mountain..
Teams would work off of the spec sheet that Eden 157's cpu provided..
Digging and breaking..
Carving and shaping..
It was good to see mankind work together as such..
Meanwhile the healer of the Earth stirred up the healing storms that swept across the lands..
It seem the harder we worked the harder it worked..
The healer of the Earth then went to the ocean..
A satellite captured an image of a hurricane made up of so many different colors..
The oncoming storm painted the sky with colors as lighting danced across this huge storm burning and cleaning the air..
The thunder sounded different..
It was sort of a tone or a musical note rather than just a normal thunderclap..
The Earth was truly singing..
This is her voice of return...
Solaces
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Solaces  South Texas
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