Junoesque

Junoesque

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As he rides in his chariot ,he shines upon men and deathless Gods and piercinly he gazes with his eyes from his golden helmet . Bright rays beam dazzling from him and his bright locks streaming from his temples of his head gracefully enclose his far-seen face. A rich fine spun garment glows upon his body and flutter in the wind and stallions carry him.Then , when he has still his golden yoked chariot and horses he rested there upon the highest point of heaven,his gaze never leaving my face.Then he glaze over to my captors. He whispers one word which meant to he never lost hope which was"Junoesque," until he marvellously drive his army down again and through Okemos for the final battle __________________________________
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