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|description= Masses flap and spin to a constant beat. Movement parts Gliding beats part the sea. Swaying caresses ripple the sky. The mass echos with a swishing, flapping murmur. Here, the whispers of those we’ve figures never knownonce renown.There, the rumors of deeds we’ve never seen nor done.  When the writhing haze passes, nothing is will be quite as was.