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“Plethora (Fullness) By: Lorena Tamayo Castillo Fill here, and I will be filled, Feel me, till I become full. Flow like a water in falls and fly as feather in a firmament. Would it be wonderful? Wonder that will wander why? Be my plethora, be the thunder of my fullness. Hear my call to all from Torah to Terah.”

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