Thursday, November 29, 2001

...and suddenly I wanted to free myself, to quote May Day Eve, "from the brutal pranks of the earth – from the trap of a May night; from the snare of summer; from the terrible silver nets of the moon." With Icarian wings I longed to ride the breeze, breaking off the shackles that chained me to the ground, searing myself into the hot embrace of the sun...

-----"Passing on the Torch" Wednesday, November 28, 2001, Etienne Lebrun

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