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This Journal may be flocked for a while and some entries may become completely private. But if you still want to friend me, go ahead, and we'll see if we have any common interests.

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Has anyone read this story about Anakin Solo at theforce.net?

The Return of a Hero

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Here was an interesting question and discussion I ran across concerning the Solo brothers and the Legacy comics:

Star Wars Legacy - Is Darth Krayt a Jacen Solo descendant?

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Ding dong the boss is dead, the boss is dead...whoops, showing my true colors there. But seriously the woman is evil with a smilingly benign face. And her voice with its twangy accent, wouldn't miss that at all.

I'm tired of wintery cold. I walked around in the yard this afternoon looking for signs of flowers. I saw a couple of bulbs coming up, I'm not sure what exactly they are, it'll be a surprise. Flowers are nice surprises. None of the trees are putting on leaves but I'm trying to hurry everything along too fast and they're not ready yet.

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I found this poem while looking around today. I don't remember reading it before and everytime I do read it seems to have different meanings.

GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM

by: Stephen Vincent Benét

Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
When the wind strengthens from the sea--and night
Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;

By the deserted paths, the vacant hills,
One may see figures, twisted shades and lean,
Like the mad shapes that crawl on Indian screen,
Or paunchy smears you find on prison walls.

Turn the knob gently! There's the Thumbless Man,
Still weaving glass and silk into a dream,
Although the wall shows through him--and the Khan
Journeys Cathay beside a paper stream.

A Rabbit Woman chitters by the door--
--Chilly the grave-smell comes from the turned sod--
Come--lift the curtain--and be cold before
The silence of the eight men who were God!


This was originally published in 1918.

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