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         <title>Chapter Two:</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; I feel as though I have been born, and reborn twice more. Born the first to this world, maybe a mortal, I am still seeking this existence. Reborn once at the jaws of the beast of the “twisted”, brought screaming over the brink of death and then held back, peering into the abyss, pulled back by the energy of the same beast gagging down my throat. I had become...what I am; and what I...]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter One:</title>
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&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The thunder rolled outside again, the storm building in power. The rain sounded off the windows and the roof of the old tenement building, and a lone police car, siren screaming, drove quickly past outside, the echoes of the siren fading as the gargling red and blue strobes, reflection of a the squad cards lights, also flashed wetly off the windows and the walls of the building across the stress; the lights grew fainter,...]]></description>
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&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Life. It swirls around me and through me a constant dance of pain, joy, regret and hope.&#160;For over 1,500 years I Marsalis&#160;have waited, danced, and endured. I have tried to control my anger, to find a reason and harmony of spirit and body with in myself, with the “Riffed Galaxy” around me.&#160;
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; It is odd to think of trying to find...]]></description>
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         <title>Invocation | Opening Dialogue:</title>
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It did not matter the unrelenting, irregular, precipitation, soaked...]]></description>
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