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Every time I come to write about the months of past, I sit suddenly in awe again. April was quite the month indeed! The first month of winter here is almost over, and I am enjoying it so. I have been focusing much on my studies, and I am currently very busy at getting the flu. June has been a month of which my heart has had much hanging, pulling, and prodding in many more ways than I ever thought.
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The Dark Knight of the Soul. The Dark Knight of the Soul. Exploring the shadow side of our dreams. Standing in the foyer and creating a small puddle on the floor beneath him he smiled, shook the water from his hair and took off his jacket hanging it on the hook directly across from the door. Before he could squeak out a greeting the old man began speaking. No magic, no nothing! .