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EGR/MB: here come the warm jets
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clo-@panix.com
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Aug 29, 2005 05:00 PDT
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Valued Readers:
Consider the possibility that the world was never what it used to be,
however much we wish it had been. Thus the mourning of the magicians.
Thus childhood's end in a field of broken pentacles. What's passed has
been received in full. The long night over, nothing left of yesterday,
not even darkness. In a freshening wind, only future to look forward
to, the horses paw the earth, the beggars ride...
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thanks
...<a
href="http://mysticbourgeoisie.blogspot.com/2005/08/enchant.html">continued
here...
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