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From: "Brian Macleod (Macleod@**.Temple.EDU)" <MACLEOD@********.BITNET>
Subject: The End, Goodbye.
Date: Thu, 12 May 1994 12:18:39 EDT
>>>>>[The previous footage was released automatically by Arrowsmyth's deck.
It probably leaves many of you with questions which I cannot answer right now.
All I can say is that I did what was needed to be done. People like him do
not deserve the gifts they are given. Many of us do not, in fact, realize our
gifts until they're gone.
I cannot stay here any longer. Everywhere I look I am reminded of Megann.
I see her on every passer-by in the street and in everything I own. I never
realized how much she had meant to me before, when I left her years ago. Now,
when I had the opportunity to find out, her life was stolen away from me for
reasons which I still cannot comphrehend. In one short week she became such a
part of my life, and in that short time I realized that she was what I had been
searching for all of my life, I just couldn't see it when it was all laid out
in front of me. I wrote a poem that expresses best what I am going through
right now, but everytime I read it I realize that mere words cannot explain
my anguish.
"Alone"
Every morning that I awake to the rays of the rising sun,
I give thanks that I'm still alive to see them one more time.
But the beauty of nature's splendor is twinged
With inevitable thoughts of her.

"Love. I don't like to see so much pain."

Alone I sit and drift time's seas...
Holding, dreaming, wanting, wishing, loving her again,
Knowing that only these memories give her life

"Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart."

And knowing that only in these moments does my life seem to give.
Half a day and a thousand memories separate our existances,
But when I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the rising sun,
She's here with me once more.

"But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are."

The warmth of holding her in my arms
And the lonely nights I've spent since then.

The moonlit walks, the valentine's flowers
That I never had chance to offer.

The thoughts and dreams to share in years
All lost and gone in an instant.

A forever to fill with our love,
All gone in one short day.

The future that burned so bright in your eyes,
To become my tortured past.

"What is this thing that fills our dreams, yet slips away from us?"

My eyes open and see the setting sun,
Then close again and welcome friend Night.

"There's nothing I can do,
a Total Eclipse of the Heart..."


++++++INCLUDE: Soundfile_Queen.Who_Wants_To_Live_Forever
Soundfile_Kansas.Dust_In_the_Wind
Soundfile_Billy.Joel.Lullabye_(Goodnight_My_Angel)

To everyone else, I guess this is goodbye. I'll be back someday, that's prob-
ably an inevitable fact of my life. For now, though, I have to leave. Where
I'll be going I don't know for sure, I have some general ideas in mind, I just
have to leave all of this for a while. To Couch, Brick, Father Grant, Talon,
and all the rest of the "TK" rescue crew, thank you. You guys gave me the
opportunity to get back together with Megann to begin with, and for that I can
never repay you, no matter how things have turned out.
To the rest, goodbye. I'll probably be around for a few more days arranging
things and such, so anyone can contact me until then. After that, if anyone
REALLY needs my assisstance in a dire way, contact me at
>>>>LTGnumber<<<<,
it's a data drop that I'll check in on every couple days or so.
Until I return, my sincerest wishes to all. My regrets if I do not
attend the plethora of weddings, but I think my absence will be understood.
I wish all the newlyweds the best in life. Carpe diem!]<<<<<
-- Orion Antilles <12:46:42/05-12-55>

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