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My soul soars skyward, higher, ever higher, through misty clouds `till the earth is but a dim, dim memory and the stars, the wondrous stars call to me, beckoning me to new worlds, faery worlds, where centaur and pan converse with immortal poets, where unicorn and leprechaun play amongst rainbowed flowers and the winds are paeans of love... March 21, 1973

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