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| Quo Vadis |
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| What sorrow warms the ethereal blue... A fleeting nymph half-glimpsed at dawn, fled hither to a cooler kind of flame? Ah, the dawn, a riotous tumult of sky and sea, silicon flames, and the calliope of a birthing world. Sulphur cloaks the night in a false sunrise. We hang in jewelled caskets. Night-eyes aflame, we watch. We the halcyons, nodding at the storm. |
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