Katie, The Gem of Ireland's Crown 2

[Wieland Willker <willker@chemie.uni-bremen.de>]

Hello friends,

a day is near, which will bring back very sad memories to KaTe and therefore
also to all lovehounds. I would like to advise you all to stop at least for
some days the silly, zero-intelligence noise here and post some positive stuff!

L         O           V          E
It is THIS that brings us together!
L         O           V          E

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"When Cathy was a small girl, she would stand in the field and call the
cats. One  by one they would come to her through the grass, across which
lay the ice of the  coming winter; and she could see them in the light of
the moon. She herself  wondered why they came. They were wild and heeded no
one else; their thrashing  in the fields did the farmers no good and
Cathy's father hated the howl they  invested in the night, like a thousand
bleeding babies in the grass. But they came for  her and it was certain
therefore, because of that, that she was in some way special." 

(name changed)
- from 'Days Between Stations', Steve Erickson. 
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