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We did not create the Myths. They have existed before we crawled from the earth and carved our spears and built our huts and created a language to give the Myths form and name. They have existed since before time itself. And they will continue to exist after the last human as drawn his final breath, after  the last bone has crumbled to dust and been swallowed back into the  belly of the earth from whence it came.All Rights Reserved

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