Author: trevoedwards
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February 15th, 2012 12:56am
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February 15th, 2012 12:53am
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February 15th, 2012 12:14am
Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness, the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.— Madeleine L’Engle – A Wrinkle In Time.
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February 15th, 2012 12:02am
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February 14th, 2012 11:38pm
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February 14th, 2012 2:16pm
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February 14th, 2012 1:48pm
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February 14th, 2012 1:17pm
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes – die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.— Edgar Allan Poe – The Man Of The Crowd.
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February 14th, 2012 1:09pm
