Giants –

Open hands touching cliff edges and palm printing mountain peaks, striding across four-cornered lakes and easy swimming Atlantic storms.
Giants with troubled intentions, it’s all nowhere living on a planet watched by telescopes for lost and lonely half-breeds in a forgotten IAU land.
Only Adam knew, and Moses tried; Hide the Nephilim.

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