Imagine
Our planet fleating silently in space .
Around it a white deah flies forever arding .
Every one hundred years , the dove's wing gently toe ches the face of the earth , the time it would take for the feathuret wing to wear this planet down to nothing eternity within time there is change . Soon the wing of the white dove will touch our world again the dawn of a new century time for a new beginning ./.
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