"Yet some there be that, by due steps, aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opens the palace of Eternity." John Milton
Before the crib, the gurgle, and the light, In stardust whispers, souls took silent flight. No crib sheet held the pact; no lawyer sealed, A primal promise on a vast, star-strewn f…
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