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Tis the thyme of this world now, the second day of November in 1999. Through the mists does her barge come unto us.
It is the appointed time, then. For we have summoned the word from her. It is the appointed thyme. Of the olde ways, it is then. And now.
We await our fortune.
She speaks.
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And her name was the Lady Justice
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....The surface of the water began to swirl slowly then faster until broken through by
outstreched arms clothed in foam. And her name is JUSTICE, though Lady of the Lake
was her name some say. Tis time for destiny, one's fate, one's rewards. Her gift was
Excaliber. Given unto Arthur. Some say they will return again. She gives us Peace and
restores our sense of Order. From the court of the mighty, the balance if given and
she silently returns to the depths from whence she came.
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Tarot Reader
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And the light came, out of the lightening, no! Twas , much more than than that . It was the
light of the lamp from that far yonder house o'er there. Ah yes now then it is the lamp,
nay, as we grow closer, tis the light from the eyes of the woman of the house, o'er there.
Comfort and caring are alive there.
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