French Roast
A smoky aftertaste.
Friday, July 22, 2005
In the beginning there was...
There was the rainbow.. and little drops of honey sunshine. The raven looked on at the world from a mountain crag. At the periphery of existence and annihilation lies miles and miles of humanity. And still, the sun shone.
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