Gate

And in grasping this infinitude we must descend, into the caverns and crevices, ragged, crepuscular rock, with its windformed arches and watercut ravines, like a sandstorm frozen in time, the land’s rock forms a palace, in which all the lands possibilities are housed. Poussin bids us through the gate, into the lands everlasting possibilities.

And in grasping this infinitude we must descend, into the caverns and crevices, ragged, crepuscular rock, with its windformed arches and watercut ravines, like a sandstorm frozen in time, the land’s rock forms a palace, in which all the lands possibilities are housed. Poussin bids us through the gate, into the lands everlasting possibilities.

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