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Long ages swirl across the seared land. Strange echos adrift in time's passage. (c.g.i.)
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Nothing moves beneath the eternal heat. Even the silent wind has passed away. (c.g.i.)
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A failing light and an orange cast. Gaunt structure in a desert plain. (c.g.i.)
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A strange kind of calm under red skies. Past and future meet in passing. (c.g.i.)
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With the fading of the day comes heartfelt tears for what has all but past. Only a silent tribute remains in praise of faded glories. (c.g.i.)
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What strange tribute stands here? What ages has it seen and forgotten? (c.g.i.)
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Raised in ages past, fearful of fallen gods, it guards its mystries still. Silent, in a ravaged land it stands, mute witness to glories long dethroned. (c.g.i.)
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Etched with the pure light of dawn the sisters welcome the breaking of day. Supplicants carved in stone, their bodies reflect the passing of the years. (c.g.i.)
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Glass Art
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