Connecting the thread from the dimly lit present back through the darkened past to the ancient forgotten, before the slain, the hardened earth, what comes alight is new to time, unburdened by the mortal weight. Pale green and fresh as a leaf, unprecedented as the rising sun, true to life and nothing else the unbidden seeps into the unaware, examining the chains of habit, the horrid wounds of tradition and like a tide that lifts all boats raises the noble and impoverished to sight of the never before imagined. The loft of this platform frightens, instilling vertigo back into the familiar but for the intrepid the promise of horizon and invocation to freedom leads them into the unseen, closing behind them their old worn history with the mist of a jagged dream.
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