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With her young she waited...the Taurus sun persistent in cloud spiral sky...colour and blossom flowered in the rock crevices...steam wisps rose from the stone...the gathering had been called...the words had been said...the wind song began... |
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With her young she waited...the Taurus sun persistent in cloud spiral sky...colour and blossom flowered in the rock crevices...steam wisps rose from the stone...the gathering had been called...the words had been said...the wind song began... |
