Sketch credit: Artist SR Mehta, downloaded from internet
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Rapture, bliss cascading, pervades each pore of form, tremors felt as bliss magnetism, benign divine currents scintillating, transfixing attention therein, as we become pure love, our each life breath, rapture. 24-February-2022
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