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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Monday, March 25, 2002

It is done...I need sleep...and a big bottle of tylonol...and a heated blankie...

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