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Send us Fan MailMessagesI looked upthis morning, and saw the moon descending, in slips and rolls across the windswept storms, seas and skies, blinking, watching, wondering, behind the clouds of curiosity’s eyes, for whilst against a proud and tall sycamore tree I stood, limbs astride, branches extending to the thundering, roaring, heavens high above, a single seed of passing autumn, fell, in twirls, turns and whispers, onto my outstretched hands, and for a while, I held the message from this earth of wonder, and chose again not death, not harm nor the ignorance of silence, but the power of life for [email protected]