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The tree is transformed as the last of the fruit falls, thunder holds open eyes from a final supper, see the hands that catch the fruit to make wine. How many eternities are their between the Blood and wine  that falls from a planet balanced on a cross, God and man rise together, ceremony of bread and flesh, mutual exchange of love, divine infusions nourish the disparate vines that feed the faith, the belief that bread and wine are the flesh and blood of Christ. The love of God  guides senses as they sail on heaven's winds.

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