Really, this is just too much. The jaw juts in an unbecoming fashion, and the Provost is never welcome where he treads too lightly. Let no man be your measure, while striking down that which shall measure too soon. For in these things we find the light, the laughter, and the wisdom which guides us over hillock and under dale.
Can four sights pierce the fog? Or must obfuscation ever cripple us.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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