"Then to the other side,
To break through the veil
Some will pierce, others fly,
Some, invalid, will crawl,
Some, consumed in the fire, will wake
Others, mangled corpses with the crows� pecks,
Will rise and will return to the elemental dissolution and void,
Stripped bare to the invisible."
A warm January day atop Blue Knob, golfing even, in Pennsylvania!!
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