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| Friday, October 19, 2007, 9:12:53 AM |
waking up to the sound of rain on the window and thinking that it can't rain all the time. The night when the veil between worlds grow thin is fast approaching. Be weary of strange but at the same time slight none of them, for you never know if the stranger you slight on that night be an Ancestor come to give you a blessing. |
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