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Invictus

"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley, 1875

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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.

On fire

On Test

Really more documentary photos of a recent fire at Union Station, the first when I saw the fire and the second by the time I made it to the end of the street it was already out.

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