I don't want to....
Call me, if you must call me anything, Spinner of Tales. My name does not matter, nor can I give you direct knowledge of myself. I offer something better: words spun out like leaves on the current, some fashioned in sunlight, some from the dark of the moon. Once I have cast them forth, I can know nothing of their journey, nor can they return. These are my words, then--and yours.
Gaaaggggg me. Oh, and as always, anything I consider to be too fairy boy is posted in pink.
Travelin' Ed
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