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Saturday, January 05, 2013
Wondrously, how it can really be like getting blood out of a stone. But.. I'm scraping the barrel.
Typing my wisdom at 21:07
NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE
As you have blundered here, I ought to allege that on this page you shall find only my literary whim. Remember, that life is all but permanent, and words that become our remembrance can dissolve as quick as a wink. So, go with the plume and rejoice.