Secrets of Niagara Falls The book lay closed; each page encased in ice, 
till languid eons breathed candescent mist,releasing knowledge, drip by ponderous drip.... Twelve thousand years ago, Niagara shaped its first intent; a trickled thoroughfare along a chasm scarcely there. It swelled, became a torrent -- nudging, pushing, filled with rampant longings, surging onward, thrust of power building, frothing thunder leaping! The source has birthed a sorcerer who hurls ebullient roars of ecstasy, wears robes of lucent majesty. The crowds are hushed, bewitched by spells of wonderment and awe. The book has now been opened; secrets pour from cores of centuries. But who can read the fluid script -- and who can understand?
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