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The poetry meme. From azdak. When you see this, post a poem in your journal. Yeah, I'm utterly predictable.

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley

Obviously, I'm back from my camping trip now. Will actually pull myself together enough today to do a post on the trip, as well some writing notes and resumes-sendings. Life feels very good after a healthy amount of roasted marshmallows.