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Gates of Annwn

The gates of Annwn are rising
Through the last hours of the year.
Tonight we must stand our vigil
Through darkness and fear.

The gates of Annwn are rising. 87 more words

Poetry

Suburbian Sound: Banking In An Apocalypse

As they pulled out Rachel turned to Mavis. “Have you been in the grocery store yet? When I walked passed it into Pete’s…” “Pete’s! He’ll like that.” “… Anyway… it didn’t look overly busy. 1,331 more words

Transportation