I don't have a great deal to say this week. 
I am oppressed and down-trodden.  My soul cries out for water in a heartless land: vast, parched, lonely and frightening.
Like a phoenix, we rise from the flames.  Eternal, ethereal yet stronger than ever before.  I have so many stories that I cannot wait to share with you, as soon as this present darkness lifts.
Remember this, dark days will come.  It is a guarantee in every life that last long enough to have meaning.  But even at the end of an arctic night, the sun still rises.

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