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November 13, 2001 one last look In the end there was exquisite sadness.  Clarity weighed upon him like Death.  She wasn't coming over, now or ever.  He extinguished the candles, ground out the incense and turned off the lights.  But not before stealing one last look in the mirror.

©  2001 by the beastmaster