The Golden summer is fading the memories, like the fellowship, scattered like leaves upon the grass, prey to the winds of chance, and yet not just the memories linger. We laughed and lusted, and played as the sun shone in the sky, and there was joy and pleasure enough to share. But there also was love, and that has grown. Shadows cast by the past join with the night drawing
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