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[yldann]

Autumn touched the land, and the canopy overhead had burst forth into a song of color, now hidden in the shadows cast by the moon. I stood on the cliff at the edge of the island overlooking the ocean. I had never sailed upon it. There was no boat. The moonlight danced a path across the water, and beckoned me to walk to the Far Land where the sky touched the sea, reflecting the path of stars overhead.

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[helen99.livejournal.com]

I'm well, knock on wood (raps on head a few times with knuckles).