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A place to get together and chat about mental illness or about whatever is on your mind. |
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The Sentinel A cold gray dawn looms a tree sighs a top a desolate hill standing watch oer the land as sol rises dawn meets night they coalesce casting an eerie scene as the sky changes subtly a suffusion of light engulfs the tree then vanishes the lone sentinel once more stands in the cold gray dawn writingmom |