Clones Fit In. Freaks Stand Out. Ask

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.

And So Nat Stood Up And Joined The Group, And Followed, And Watched, And Awaited His Chance As The Light Of Chaos Lit The Plain And Gods And Demons Marched To War.

We Came In The Wind Of The Carnival. A Wind Of Change, Or Promises. The Merry Wind, The Magical Wind, Making March Hares Of Everyone, Tumbling Blossoms And Coat-tails And Hats; Rushing Towards Summer In A Frenzy Of Exuberance.

It's A Feeling Which Tells Me That Any Woman Can Be Beautiful In The Eyes Of A Man Who Loves Her.

Some People Spend The Whole Of Their Lives Sitting Waiting For One Train, Only To Find That They Never Even Made It To The Station.