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THURSDAYS TO SUNDAYS, NOON-6PM

INVICTUS

(unconquerable)

OUT OF THE NIGHT THAT COVERS ME, BLACK AS THE PIT FROM POLE TO POLE, I THANK WHATEVER GODS MAY BE FOR MY UNCONQUERABLE SOUL.

IN THE FELL CLUTCH OF CIRCUMSTANCE I HAVE NOT WINCED NOR CRIED ALOUD. UNDER THE BLUDGONINGS OF CHANCE MY HEAD IS BLOODY, BUT UNBOWED.

BEYOND THIS PALCE OF WRATH AND TEARS LOOMS BUT THE HORROR OF THE SHADE, AND YET THE MENACE OF THE YEARS FINDS, AND SHALL FIND ME, UNAFRAID.

IT MATTERS NOT HOW STRAIT THE GATE, HOW CHARGED WITH PUNISHMENT THE SCROLL, I AM MASTER OF MY OWN FATE: I AM CAPTAIN OF MY OWN SOUL.

~WILLIAM E. HENLEY, 1875

IT MATTERS NOT HOW STRAIT THE GATE, HOW CHARGED WITH PUNISHMENT THE SCROLL, I AM MASTER OF MY OWN FATE: I AM CAPTAIN OF MY OWN SOUL.

~CREEKER®

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