

In the Beginning On the verge of consciousness, I felt the strange sensation that my body was the shore upon which the swells of a vast Cantabrian Sea broke. I was the last steward of a people who, long ago, thrived in the thin margin between extremes. The harshly advancing north had always been our shifting frontier. But then, gradually we were pulverized by the wavefront of a hungry new breed rushing forth from the hot, frantic wilderness of the Southlands. We were engulfed. It wasn't as much a diaspora as it was a sublimation. Survival dependeIn the Beginning
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Every time you read Twilight God kills a kitten
THINK OF THE KITTENS
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