"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due."
The night’s too quietStretched out aloneI need the whip of thunderAnd the winds dark moanI’m not Abel, I’m just CainOpen up the heavensMake it rain
Just wanted to draw your attention to a comment I posted to your post that had a bunch of interesting questions. I think it was dated March 13.
Thanks for your comments Anonymous. They made interesting reading and it's nice to know that people actually read what I write. You should blog.
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