We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
---T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
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We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
---T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
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We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
---T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
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We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
---T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
The Wulfshead club is a well known watering hole for all the strange and unusual people in the world. And for those just passing through... No one's quite sure exactly where the club itself is located, and the very anonymous management likes to keep it that way, but there are authorized access points at locations all around the world, if you know where to look. And if your name's on the approved list.
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SHAKEN NOT STIRRED
Fortunately I was able to keep my Lenten vows and did not attend ashen worship. We had been assured (ash-sured) all ashes used would be from a fire set before the service to the palms spread before Jesus as he entered Jerusalem. Hmmm, sort of rubbing our noses in it, eh?
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