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My view is constricted by experience, of which, i supposedly have none. I am challenged by every senior of every rank for words i've said and things i've done. But lo and behold, this very world, there is something to be told. I've never touched the cupola of heaven, but i've seen the face of God in every tree and every flesh, across the seas and hot dry lands i've found the reason and the source of change, that breaks the shells and sifts through air with pure wisdom and gentle care,   spreading traits of life, that got us here.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
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My view is constricted by experience, of which, i supposedly have none. I am challenged by every senior of every rank for words i've said and things i've done. But lo and behold, this very world, there is something to be told. I've never touched the cupola of heaven, but i've seen the face of God in every tree and every flesh, across the seas and hot dry lands i've found the reason and the source of change, that breaks the shells and sifts through air with pure wisdom and gentle care,   spreading traits of life, that got us here.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
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