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Friday July 27th 2012, 12:58 am

On the remains of a dead world, she rigidly raises her pale arms to the sky invoking color and life to spring forth. The metaphysical radiance of the giving energies born at the beginnings of a universe stretch upward to the newly formed billowing atmosphere. While giant sunflowers turn to bask in all her dark cloaked glory, admiring as she walks through a mossy field delicately stamping out death underfoot. A tendril of red curls escape the edge of her black hood, caught in a fresh breeze. Sigils of song trail down her back in a purposeful straight line about to imbed in the new earth.

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