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WRITTEN
Before the noise of the world began, we record in the oldest way possible.

THE WIND
The moment the breath touches, all stillness avakens.

CALLED
A calling does not descend to pull you out of the world, It drops to anchor you within it.

TESTED
A test taught me endurance, and endurance gave me hope.

ANSWERED
The call was answered.
The voice was delivered

OPENED
Songs for the future, Cities of visions, A room to start, upper room.