0007 Something Fearful Stalks Me

Something fearful stalks me.  Something wonderful speaks to me in the morning.  But the other is near and brings with it a foreboding that is dark and nags at the edge of my consciousness, even on this wonderfully beautiful morning... something fearful stalks me.

- Nod Satok

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