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  • Countless, and infinitely small, brittle silver bells ringing so fine that only the etheric senses perceive them. Heralding beauty, peace and joy, and the Promised Land emerges in all the usual.

    It had always been there. It was thus not a place you could go to, but when the mind found its original tranquility and thoughts reverently had folded their wings, it revealed itself from its best side.

    A gentle, smiling glimpse dressed in soothing, promising hope.
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