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Apr 11, 2004 22:33

For Stephen
England, Autumn 1803

Silence; anonymous perfection; unstirring air -- never a waft or a movement; silence. The smell of bare boards. A tallboy with its face turned to the wall. ... It was as meaningless as total death, a skull in a dim thicket, the future gone, its past wiped out.

--Post Captain

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sparowe April 12 2004, 03:03:34 UTC
-and am absolutely alone.

-wails-

S.

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tuff_ghost April 12 2004, 10:21:51 UTC
that icon is truly awesome. where's the quote from?

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sparowe April 12 2004, 16:18:47 UTC
Looking after me, my dear? LOL Thankee.

S.

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