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Medieval

This church door in Georgetown.

Arrows break the cast of dawn. Ether grits hello inside. Justly, kin’s license makes need over pain reverse. A sanctuary, a certain tone, a truth, undulates. Ultraviolet veils (the false flags. I) will wait. 

By TEGD

I write abecedarian sequences

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