The Wheel of time turns and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend, legend fades to myth, and even myth is even long forgotten before the age that gave it birth comes again. In one age, called the third age by some, an age yet to come, an age long past, a wind rose along the great plain called the Caralain Grass. It wasn't the beginning, for there are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the wheel of time. But it was a beginning. - Robert Jordan, The Wheel of Time.
And here begins my weblog. Welcome, and enjoy the journey!
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