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02-22-2008, 10:54 AM
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
I'm afraid there has been some cosmic mixup, because this is not your fortune cookie.
My strength is as the strength of eight --
My heart is nearly pure.
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