In the vastness of human spiritual consciousness, there exists a singular moment when divinity first chose to descend, that time is one washed away by the long arm of Father Time, somewhat inaccessible to us. But there is one that reflects its motion, in an unsurpassed beauty. Before Persephone's pomegranate seeds, before Orpheus's backward glance, befo…
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