aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,

On our way

Whilst my soul, like a quiet palmer,
     Traveleth toward the land of heaven,
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains.

          -- from Sir Walter Ralegh, His Pilgrimage

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Leaving soon.  Won't be around the old internets for two and a half weeks.  Keep the web warm for me.

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