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Oct 21, 2005 03:18

"And in my darkest moment fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret - my confidante. 'As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own. A million like reflections pass over me. The source is bright and endless; she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her we are lifeless satellites, drifting.'"

(I have secrets...)
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