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“The Master Craftsman and the Altar of Peace”

The wood speaks in esoteric tongue Naked knots, swooshing swirls from seed sprung. He lays his hand upon the altar grand Offers prayers of peace for prescient young. (Gwawdodyn posted on dVerse Open Link Night, March 12, 2015.)

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