The night has fallen.
What has become,
the future holds mysteries.
The metamorphosis set in motion.
I see the beginning which is now the end.
I see the now which is really then.
I see the future which is the now,
And I see
The End
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Audra Spangler
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Fantastic! Good good good! Great work!