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The
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"O rain Ylem. Purifier of sins. I’m blending with thee as one flame."
- The Author, Chapter IX "Truth"


“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, Sleepless Eremite,”
-Bright Star, John Keats
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