Tuesday, April 03, 2007

the end of soul on ice

"Black woman, without asking how, just say that we survived....And we had thought that our hard climb out of that cruel valley led to some cool, green and peaceful, sunlit place - but it's all jungle here, a wild and savage wilderness that's overrun with ruins.

But put on your crown, my queen, and we will build a New City on these ruins."

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