The sheer majestic beauty of the mantle of peace eludes the orator’s lips – defies the painter’s pallet. Once felt, it is like a cloak of the finest ermine that softly caresses my very being.
Let the peace within shimmer like an emerald on delicate threads of beauty – taking flight, soaring – bursting forth into a sea of unconditional, all-consuming joy.
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