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a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.

Anahata, the only sound not made by one thing striking another.

The tedious and ill-paying art-dog days were behind him...

‘the mountain presented a cutting edge like the blade of a dagger’

to and through Urartu and virtually into infinity beyond.

Crimson sparks drifted into the darkening sky and the first-quarter moon gleamed white above the oaks and tulip poplars.

Located far beyond Urartu on the other side of the world-encircling Ocean.

“I sleep, but my heart is awake,”

The yin-yang symbol still accurately maps the seasons.

Absent the thousand-watt voltage of an artificially illuminated world.