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“And until our breath grows cold, on this the day of our reckoning, we stand bone and blade, against the rising thrall. Our time may be...

Ask not the thistle as it pricks, of its intentions or its wish, to pierce the skin, to grow within, engorge itself upon thy sin....

A warm hello again to all who have been keeping up with my posts, and a warm welcome to all newcomers! I truly hope you have been...