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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Astral Picket Line

It's darker than the barrel of a gun out here.
We finally did it:
Our incessant wishing and pleading has read like an eviction notice.
First the Gods
And now the stars
How will we ever make it home?


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Posted by Michael at 12:56 AM

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