This is a tale...no..two tales..well the other is really a song, of things past. The first is heard most eloquently in the nostalgia of the elders ,as they speak of a time. A time when life was life..and death was ..well..Another life. When little children would gather around warm embers and be told in soft words of those gone before. Now they smile..Not hoping for this kind of death..But in a wa
The Destroyers
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