"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
The pale morning light frames the descending huntress on the rosy canvas. A rare glimpse of Apollo's twin at the hush of dawn. A translucent splendor. The pearl of the cerulean firmament elicits one's appreciative sigh and admiration from afar.
Will Artemis grace my awakening on the morrow?
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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