May 17, 2006 16:47
It comes with the storm, the essence of it grows as the skies blacken. It watches me from the pictures and laughs from croners in the darkness. I fear it no longer and only sit in wait for it to come to me. The will pass in time, with luck I will remain after it passes. May the Godds watch over me...
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