From: vagans@inanna.eanna.net   
      
   Sweet Poly  wrote:   
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   > For this meal with friends and for all Life's gifts, we are grateful.   
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   > A toast - with crystal flutes of Veuve Clicquot demi-sec:   
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   > Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!   
      
   Sourcerer was alone and relaxed in the alcove by the fire. Everyone had   
   gone to their rooms for the night -- including the raven, who had no   
   difficulty with the foreboding security of the south room on the 2nd   
   floor, the one with the ramp down to the path that followed the river.   
      
   It was silent in the parlor, but earlier the discussions had been   
   animated. Phrases and fragments echoed in his thoughts: TheNoise, The   
   Shadows, the Something felt...   
      
   "I guess I'm not the only one with a burning coal on his tongue"   
      
   The Rancho, as mpa said, is a mirror.  Don't forget what mirrors do.   
      
      
   --   
     (__)    Sourcerer   
    /(<>)\ O|O|O|O||O||O   
     \../  |OO|||O|||O||   Mirroring the shadows of futurity   
      ||   OO|||OO||O||O   since 1993   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)