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Joined: May 2008
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" With every morn, my life afresh must break
The crust of self gathered about me fresh
That thy wind spirit may rush in and shake the darkness out of me and rend the mesh.
The spider devils spin out of the flesh
Eager to net the soul before it wake
That is may slumberous lie and listen to the snake."
Diary of an Old Soul by George MacDonald
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