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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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