The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there . . . and still on your feet." SK

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung

"The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea."

The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner
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