But for the cloud there about me
is an excellent example
which is withdrawn from the sky.
Incandescent
which whom am I, that this cloud and furthermore.
I am fanning the fire.
I am there where permanently
it is lost deep inside me
and had I guaranteed it airtightness
and memory that it is me now it was tasteful.
Never in order to transfer from the angel.
I glance first and I using the bow never again, until.
I will have been secure in the knowledge
and mixed with the heavens.
Now where is my intention if a cloud came about me.
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Very beautifully, would you like moving to the cloud now iip? 10... Tsira