Posted

Dec 25th 2007

Mood

Content

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Alas, feast your eyes upon the one night, where all is quiet, as it is the only night all flee to bed as soon as the sun sets, the brightest sphere in our galaxy disappearing behind the thin line of darkness, awaiting a morning only given once a year.


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*chuckles*


Why, I do believe, I have nothing more to say.


Merry Christmas, everyone.