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Midnight!

NaNoWriMo has officially begun! Happy November, all you authors, and good writing!

G.K. Chesterton - The Ballad of the White Horse

"O go you onward; where you are
Shall honor and laughter be,
Past purple forest and pearled foam,
God's winged pavilion free to roam,
Your face, that is a wandering home,
A flying home for me.

"Ride through the silent earthquake lands,
Wide as a waste is wide,
Across these days like deserts, when
Pride and a little scratching pen
Have dried and split the hearts of men,
Heart of the heroes, ride.

"Up through the empty house of stars,
Being what heart you are,
Up the inhuman steeps of space
As on a staircase go in grace,
Carrying the firelight on your face
Beyond the loneliest star."

The Faerie Carousel

Sunday, November 1, 2009

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