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winter sunrise
Apocalypse is Over

The answer is not far away,
Reach out into the darkness
The answer is at your fingertips
Waiting to be born, to be recognized.

Apocalypse is over, sing the new song
There are thoughts that have not yet been thought
There are dreams needing sleep to awaken them
There are babies within mothers' wombs
There is more than we can imagine.

forest light

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