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the stripping of eorthe

Sol’s breath peeled away the world’s shroud 

and, without ward, its fine dusts were

drawn into the void’s veiled currents.

Such structures stretch far and, in the 

darkness, dust first met the angels. 

Curious, cruising space on threads 

Of solaric wind, the angels 

Traced the dust’s creep across fields of 

Celestial dew back to find eorthe.

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