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[pipistrellafelix]

Firstly--a bit from the Aeneid that made me happy (oh the poetry):
"With that, her [Venus'] snow white arms went around his [Vulcan's] neck--
Gently, warmly. He tensed, then felt a burst
familiar of flame, a well-known warmth that pierced
his heart, then ran like a shock through all his frame,
as when the thunder rolls, the sky lights up,
and the clouds are split by jagged streaks of fire."

Also: Remember Matthew Shepard.

That's all....g'night.