The Monolith

There is a whisper on the wind, a change in the air.  Where before there was cold, shortly there will be warmth.  Where the rays of the sun once escaped our grasp, we will shortly have the power to contain it.  No longer will seedlings suffer in silence, they shall know of this haven and bask in its glory.

I have already said too much.. Watch this space. box



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