While waiting for an eclipse, a community gives individual descriptions of what they think
They observe in the sky. For some the eclipse is known as an BAD OMEN. A LARK is a
Bird.
Never have I ever seen such a sky. "Lo' there a lotus spy" an angelic lark did cry. High up in the ever present sky. Other keener senses arise, the eclipse. There is Destiny foretold simply declared As it unfolds.
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