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Whence the morning comes
All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading
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Yule Log 2004
The times when goodwill, peace and love are praised are rare indeed; and rarer still those instances when thought translates to deed. So in such seasons where these things are found, take heart, rejoice, and with compassion, grace and honor … Continue reading