"Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry."
I don't remember where I heard this but It's beautiful
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The Ogma Infinium
An old black-leather book that volke carries' it's very thick with old yellowed pages and markings....one has to wonder what does it hold?.
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Vulikar
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