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Reality dwindles to a forgotten dream; only the thin keening wail of cold wind remains, whispering of abysses beyond dead stars... There, dreams meet, lonely wraiths pursuing existence, seeking substance, form-- but fading into eternal night... Souls drift, alone, shivering in abysmal silence of infinite starless night... Fated-- to dreams without substance Doomed-- to dreams without hope November 18, 1974

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