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Death is great.We are his completely with laughing eyes.When we feel ourselves immersed in life,he dares to weepimmersed in us. ~ Rainer Maria Ri..
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My name is Jane. Jane Douven. And sitting here, staring at the empty air, I see once again all the faces staring back at me. There are millions of the..
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Just let me sign they say, in the bark of trees and on an evenings cool gentle breeze. Just let me sign they plead to me, in my head, singing a never ..
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Seventeen is how old I am. Seventeen yet five thousand and three. To have a job like this, to have a job like me, can make one age to no extent. -Thou..
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My face has seen many names in term. And many faces have known my name. Too many tongues have rolled my call from their lips; careless, unwitted. Ther..
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It is a tireless game I play. Searching, always searching for the benefit of those who may no longer walk freely. That is what they ask of me, that i..
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Let me sign, they ask. And through the chaos of noise clouding my head i will hear a voice that is ready and whisper back to it yes, you may go, guidi..
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Despite my years spent surrounded by the blanket of death I am subjected to endure, I have lived enough of life to know love. Love, it is a tricky thi..
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1004 ~The age of the Vikings. A dirty, ruthless age, one that I have come to love and hate. Love, because for the first time, I realized there was mor..
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1004 ~ A commoner is what I was, A simple pretty girl who mended the clothes of those coming from battles too ghastly for a mere maiden. I lived the w..
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