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Her Celestial Stairway

You know, at times, there’s this feeling I wind up getting and it usually happens when I look towards the Western horizon that makes my spirit cry for leaving. “Leaving what” you say? Ah but in my thoughts that’s where I’ve seen like billows (or is it rings?) of smoke through a forest and these weird disconnected voices of a bunch of standing folk who I know are watching. That’s what makes me really wonder about it all.

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