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The Day is the Year is the Month Not of passage but of transit Evening to Morning, Dark to Light And Seven Days decreed as a Week Unmarked, of abstraction, not perception And Seven of Seven is the Week of Weeks Of Time marked by the Sun The Pentecost and Jubilee is the Day After Seven of Seven Days and Years But of Time marked by the Moon, the Seventh is the First, the First, the Seventh And Seven of Seven is 42 months or 1260 Days Now what do the Stars do for time?
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
Seven of Seven
The Day is the Year is the Month Not of passage but of transit Evening to Morning, Dark to Light And Seven Days decreed as a Week Unmarked, of abstraction, not perception And Seven of Seven is the Week of Weeks Of Time marked by the Sun The Pentecost and Jubilee is the Day After Seven of Seven Days and Years But of Time marked by the Moon, the Seventh is the First, the First, the Seventh And Seven of Seven is 42 months or 1260 Days Now what do the Stars do for time?
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC
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