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Dec 2013
I can feel the rhythm of death.
Have you ever been deceived by esoteric allegiances to presumed sophistication?
I have to make a statement: It is necessary to set the temperature, and to yield to the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
I resonate with sorrow at this festival of Winter Solstice.
Feel the beat.
David Barr
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David Barr  Scotland
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   Lorraine day
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