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August 24, 2011
The children of tar have begun to march their intrepid trudges into the whorls of that which has no name but a billion and the fervid natures of its myriad faces bestowing tonalities across the spectrum of light and dark; whereby all who see appropriately and adroitly so to assimilate however, wherever, whomever becomes the grist of their mills, pavements of their highways, oils of their paints on the canvases of creation, heat and cold in the pools of their emotions, simples of their salt and tempos of their dances, they are the ones, the only ones and rightly so.