Perhaps it has always been, unseen behind the ether, translucent just beyond the ultra violet, a rumbling call at a frequency never understood only held in acapella . Wonderment unfolds in all things, the curling of the vine reaching for higher, A tree cracking from center to hold both air and earth, lightning that burdens the heavens to find its messenger . 

 

Captain of the Abigail. 

 

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