it's in the paper it on the news it's spreading all over the world like a contagion out of control a forest fire in the grove a pot of grease left cooking on a stove it might explode up in smoke blaze the trail soothe in the well magic mirror magic ball magic lens to see all the pieces of wreckage falling in the auqa float down the river lower the bridge for the traveler's in transit coming over moving along the walls like shadows in a hall coming from one place goings to another rights of passage honoring expressive passion
The Immortal Wize
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The Passage
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