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  • Dark swirling orbs hover carelessly over an open canvas. The tepid waters below splash around causing mirrored reflections of a timeless chaos not seen from the modern perception. There is no civilization here, just a beautiful anarchy and a timeless tomb. As you view from afar it becomes more evident that the poxes and scars of the terrain are from past battles and the over growth of a healing world. Monuments jut from several spots like tooth picks in Hors d'oeuvres of a lost generation. They cling to the memories still desperate to teach the purpose to the next generation.
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