For this time I'd rather sacrifice than decelerate. Towards destiny and high calling brought down to earth, magified by magnificence. Created. When imperfection reaches out its hand, it sets to see life run by ruining chances. Dust. Weaved with solid hands and perfect indulgences as the word spoke forth. Journey. One by one they form, distancing into a milestone. Give thanks. Multitudes. Multiply.
So beautiful.
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