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              Questions? Comments? Suggestions? E-mail the siteowner El-Gilliath at  tove_b@c2i.net

06/03-2003 : Hi everyone :)

As you can probably see, FD is now open again. I needed to fic some RL stuff, but it's taken care of, and everything's okay.
I will be re-vamping the fic archives, so sorry if it's a bit messy, but I'll get it done quickly.
Anyways, I hope you continue visiting even though it's a new owner :) Angel Olie's goodbye is avaliable further down this page!

Luvs,
El-Gilliath

 
        "Let me not to the marriage of true minds            May I at least never admit that anything can
       Admit impediments;                                          Sever the ties of faithful lovers!
         Love is not Love Which alters when it                  The true lover Does not change when her
         alteration finds,                                                     loved one does nor consent To separation        Or bends with the remover to remove.                  True love is as constant as the North Star.
Love is not controlled by time, although
        Oh, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,                            Beauty is at it's mercy; love does not
         looks on tempests and is never shaken;                change, like The quick passage of time,
        It is the star to every wandering bark,                    but lasts till Judgment Day. If this is
        Whose worth's unknown,                                      untrue and my own case proves it,
        although his height be taken.                                  Then these words were never written,
        Love's not Time's fool,                                          and true love Has never existed.
       though rosy lips and cheeks                                                                                                                                  Within his bending sickle's compass come,        Translation By Louis B. Write And Virginia A. LaMar

     Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
     But bears it out even to the edge of Doom.
     If this be error, and upon me proved,
     I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

Sonnet 116 William Shakespeare

  Forbidden Dreams has a new owner! You can e-mail El-Gilliath at tove_b@c2i.net. You can also read the good bye message from the previoues owner and creator, Angel Olie here.