Starting in a hollowed log of wood - some thousand miles up a river, with an infinitesimal prospect of returning ... I ask myself "Why?" And the only echo is "damned fool ... the Devil drives!
I prefer to remain an enigma. As with most of my aspirations, I expect this one to soon be crushed by Fate's cruel design. ______________________________ "I'm not a libertine when I'm in love." -Gregoire de Fronsac, "Le Pacte des Loups" ("Brotherhood of the Wolf")
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