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Sometimes the flares of unsought emotion set the ancient walls of routine humming with verse; chaos suddenly molded into rhythm by the oblivious brush of fate. - Aurora Stoke Sometimes the flares of unsought emotion set the ancient walls of routine humming with verse; chaos suddenly molded into rhythm by the oblivious brush of fate. - Aurora Stoke Sometimes the flares of unsought emotion set the ancient walls of routine humming with verse; chaos suddenly molded into rhythm by the oblivious brush of fate. - Aurora Stoke