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Grandmother Beth's Visions of Antares
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| I nestle ... pressing back against rock wall |
| Sheltered by overhanging cliff |
| Gazing with awe .... |
| While storm tapestry unfurls ... |
| No fear ... trembles me |
| The panorama of hues and movement |
| Alive and sparkling with light |
| Charges me ... wrapping |
| My soul and frame |
| With gentle colored cloak |
| "Antares Storm Symphony" |
