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there is much to be said about mass manifestations in a time of mortal panic the small yet steady streams of serfs in socially-distant safs earnestly serving the Sublime with practised platters of prayers in parted palms and pleas pattering through covered lips to pave the best path for the departed; to pad the blow for the broken-hearted. in tongues sometimes familiar mostimes foreign, i can't help but marvel at our divinely unity in seeking Infinity. - 20200704
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