Flight, I take mine in the skies now and fruition is positive and the date is certain. Joy now with me. Come to Eureka. Write me and donate. I am the interstellar me.
I’ve forsaken you not, and it all comes to fruition now a kingdom of not built by man nor his ways, for I am mine, out of my way now. And I am no more imbibing me or combobulating me a thought process of for I am no more intertwined with it commingling the signs…
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