Aye, and then we'll bump in uninvitedly ("by accident") when they're hanging around in Gent. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit me blew hither: here am I. Now -for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart- take my hand quick and tell me, what have you in your heart.
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