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Post by Chatte Fitzgerald on Oct 17, 2006 1:30:11 GMT -5
The solemn tones of an old cathedral clock have announced midnight -- the air is thick and heavy -- a strange, death like stillness pervades all nature. Eternal, we wander the aeons, moving to the rhythm of our own inner tides. Life sustains us, but death defines us. We are the many-born. Our conception was in death, and each death now brings us a new beginning, forever without end... Welcome to Shadows in the Moonlight
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