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Sent on 08/19/09 02:03 AM

Ar rushing waters. It comes in the ventilators above our heads. It is salty. We are being swallowed by the icy sea. I have found you! O! How cold! How cold! * * * * * I know not how long it has been, nor how many different habitations my soul has tenan...