H. Nemesis Nyx, “The silence of the spring night.
Thomas R. Barton, JD

H. Nemesis Nyx, “I stand in the night air. Spring is doing its own version of Roar and Soar. I hear the wingspan of my brother raven above me.” “Oh, brother, have you any word of the Cyborg?” “She is silent to me as well, devil dog. Sometimes she tumbles out the words and sometimes she silently mulls many thoughts.”

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