One of the elect
Not known to the herd
She passed from her tabernacle
Of dust to the abode of sincerity
When she opened the door a
Great glory shone from her
Gradually filling the house
So that no shadow fell in it
This glory suffused the city
Spreading thence to all being

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memory documentation and manipulation
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