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Well Thursday is drawing to an end. The darkness now begins to drown out the ever intrucive light, adding a hint of mystery where there once was none. Nothing calls to me more than a warm black night. Nothing engages my imagination more. It is ones own personal isle with which they can draw up any number of exciting, romantic, or even somewhat disturbing scenerios; and then seak them out and bring them to life. Saddly mine shall end here on this night, but there is always tomorrow.