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I and i have seen the future.  Filled with the vibrant promises of the spectrum of the revolutionary sphere.  Rainbow  colors triumphant and victoriously stand to represent the ration of their own.  Golden pots awaiting someone to claim the discovery of that which exists, co-existing with the phases of an ultimate time; saturated with the dilution of a mysterious something that needs only be infused once more with the reminder that magic exists and lives within the hearts and minds and souls of each of our own.  The promised land awaits.  Hope.  Promises of love.  Freedom to fly and soar.  To inspire goodness and greatness.  I am called to remember the forgotten.  In this place in time, we know to fly, for we have wings.  creatures of pure pulling magnetic electric static energy of emerged balance and peace and magic.