Warm wind blew over the strings of my heart, through the catacombs and the archways.
They played a song with the breath of life, my veins carrying the melody of heaven to my depths and back again.
Louder and louder it becomes. My being is full, spilling into my outer frame. My blood begins to move on through.
Down it runs to my joints, the movement breaking its long, dead silence.
My flesh illuminates and regains its mobility in step with my fibers. This soul resounds praises once again.
Today, I danced with God.
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