Aoddreas Bairseach (sigil.alchemi)

Resident Since: 2009-12-27 (16 years, 6 months ago)

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Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
-W.B. Yeats

Everyone always wants to complain about the weather, but no one is ever willing to throw a virgin into a volcano to do anything about it.

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