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The opposite of war is not peace. It is tedium. Greetings from Nightfail.

Hello listeners. It's a regular host Leonard Burton welcoming you to yet another beautiful day

in Nightfail. There is a sun, of course. I don't need to tell you there is a sun. You know this.

You're so confident that a sun is there. Past performance is not a predictor of future

results, folks, yet sure as I say it. There is a sun. And here are the suner clouds.

But they're not near. Are they? Millions of miles separate those clouds from that sun.

And yet our eyes measure mere inches of the space between. What deception is human sight?

The air is crisp and cool. A slight morning breeze touches us. We feel it like cold

fingers, playfully caressing our shoulders. Our hair, our skin. I see no breeze, but I feel it.

That which I feel, that is my only truth listeners. Wind is a verity.

I hope you will join me in closing your eyes and walking naked through the invisible yet irrefutable

air. Hold on off your arms, widen your jaw and feel the impact of Adam upon Adam upon Adam

against your body. This day is beautiful. This day is crisp. This day is true.

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