THE PARALLEL INDEX OF LIFE STARTS WITH A MOMENT AND IS PROLONGED BY THE TUMULTUOUS ROAR OF THE IMAGINATION, TRYING TO GRASP THE REALITY OF THE SPECIFIC MOMENTS WHERE THE COMFORTABILITY IN ONE'S SKIN WAS SUPREME AS IT NESTLED IN THE DARK RECESSES OF A BEING OF TRUE MAGNIFICENCE, WHOSE REALITY OF THIS NEEDED TIME TO CATCH UP AND REALISE, WHAT EXACTLY THE TRUE DESIGNS AND PURPOSE WERE AND ARE, ONCE THE SUN HAD SET AND THEIRS WAS AN EXPECTANT NEXT DAY, IN THE WINGS, WAITING, TO BURST FORTH IN ALL IT'S GLORY.
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