John, nothing needs to be explained, justified, or even understood, to move beyond it, transformed, wings afoot, chariots aflame, angels on high, sparkles trailing, fuzzy dice on the mirror… Let's get carried away, The Universe | |
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Yeah, John, the angels are on high anyway, and don't worry, no one's touched your dice. | | |
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