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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies Carmelita asked me why I choose to sit in the darkness so much... I laughed and said that when I lost my family and my religion, the darkness kind of chose me... I stood and we moved gently to a Newbury Waltz; I could smell the sunshine on her... I told her how apart I felt, how I lived but did not live, how a veil separates me from them, and that if she knew who she was dancing with she would be surprised... She tossed back her aching beauty and laughed and said, Don't you really know? We are all like that, every one of us... I try to believe her, but belief is a strange and difficult thing this far into the darkness... So far into it that I can hardly hear the waltz anymore....... Rev Bobblehead