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I stand on top of the hill of hope looking back at where I had been, daylight was running before me and the strange heat in the atmosphere was spreading warm air everywhere and a slight winds anchored in and cool down the temperature within.

The faces of time have travel eleven million  miles with one determination in mind to make it to the finishing line. We sat up all night with one goal in mind and that was to get it right.
And so we strip it down to the bare essential with courage in our hands, we went through ever line, every word, until we write the perfect number that could balance our soul and make the universe whole.

We converge on the hill with a simple message of faith that will take them through the fortified gate; faces that you have never seen suddenly appears on the screen with passion welled up in their eyes, they held on to each other to conceal their innate sorrows and I couldn’t deny the benevolence that was present in the sunlit sky, but one humble response to the call to duty   restored the energy to the city.

The universe suddenly came alive and doors were open wide, there was job for everybody and there was hustling and bustling in the city. The bars and restaurants were filled and   people were dancing in the street and greeting everyone that they meet.
The parade flow through the city and drive the demons out of the town and life was finally found.

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