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Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Friday, October 24, 2008

Forward he cried from the rear

Okay, so, we are now nine, we are the Fellowship of the Retreat. And I did escape being Boromir, so win there. Anybody know where we can get a kayak on short notice?

Right now we're all checking blogs, etc, and I'm really enjoying bandwidth for once. Oh, the shackles of dial-up, how I curse your name!

It's rainy here at the lake. A gray day as we sit around the long table, discussing everything under the sun. The cell phone is on, just in case work calls. Yeah, I'm sick. But I only have two bars (at the best of times) so, at least I can say I tried. :)

I'm sure the vampyr post will come out sometime today, or I'll work on it. If to just (audio:effect="reverb") get it out of my mind.(/audio) I also have to keep in mind it's just Friday. Already thought/typed Saturday.

Now, on to the writing.

Oh, to amuse you all (and yes, I'm probably the last person to find it) (and groked from Dave) the Fail Blog.

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