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June 22, 2013



This is my broom. There are many like it but this one is mine. My broom is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my broom is useless. Without my broom I am useless. I must fly my broom true. I must fly straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must score against him before he scores against me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my broom and myself are defenders of my house, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

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Super Moon

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