'Cathy, a silver ring offered freely from your mouth, and which I accepted so very long ago, still traps me even now... On those steps of Silas place and with innocent eyes wide open... I sealed this, our sacred bond, forever.' --- God help me now. As I am now only a poor reflection of my youthful self, I now wait for the next curtain to rise... I pray for God to catch me as a wanting soul. Failing that... Gee. Was your hair dyed black, Rae>??
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