Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need. — E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
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Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need.

— E'yen A. Gardner, Poetic License
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Language has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writes — John Clare, The Later Poems, 1837-1864: Volumes I and II
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