October 2011
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As I walked along the supposed golden path I was confronted by a mysterious specter. He pointed to the graveyard over on yonder hill. I paused in cosmic reflection, confused and wondering of how I came to die. I was confused, for if I was dead, how and why did I die? But I composed myself and decided I should face him. But I stood paralyzed on the supposed golden path and I was confronted by...
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