white roses (flora Queen) , white berries, white teeth, snowy snow the earth, cloudy heavenly clothing, nature attires at pinnacle doves pick white berries sweetening
Purity is heavenly front line row, trumpet call
Heavenly robes descending
Angels singing rejoicing
Heavenly bell ringing
White throne judging
Judgment calling
Saints homing
Better days
Ahead
Lady T.
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