A Separate Reality
January 19th 2009 We were awoken on New years day when the sun was barely rising over the horizon. It was dim and grey with a slight patter of rain tapping on the old tin roof that gave us shelter. The Shaman had arrived early looking bright and cheery as he always does and I started to wonder if he even sleeps at all. We were all still a bit dreggy from the previous nights festivities which concluded with some cel
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