*sighs*





Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.
-Midsummer Night's Dream
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live. I will praise my God to my last breath! May all my thoughts be pleasing to him, for I rejoice in the Lord. (Psalm 104)





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People in pictures:
Snow Monster of Doom
Snow Monster of Doom eating Sarah
Snow Monster of Doom eating Christine
Stephen (yay!)
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