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I decided I really didn't like ConstantContact. Too much work to really get a newsletter together. So I found a better service www.EzineDirector.com. It offers HTML newsletter capability without all the hoops to get the newsletter out. Yay!

Meanwhile, Texas Ren Fest is going great. Four more weekends to go. I'm looking forward to weather cooling off a bit, but I'm still having a blast. Is it the weekend yet?

WINTER TOUR IN ITALY & EUROPE IN GENERAL
December, I am heading to Italy to visit my mom. I figured this time I plan to play a few gigs there. And boy, could you I use some help. If you live in Europe or know someone there, please let them know I'll be performing there, and see if they know of a place to play.

In particular, I'd really love to find people interested in hosting a house concert. That's the ideal atmosphere methinks. You can find out more information and updates through the link. You'll also find info about The Bards trip to Ireland.

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Thanks my friends. Feel free to drop me a line. Slainte!
-Marc

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Continue The Quest
by Marc Gunn, October 15, 2004

I've been dreaming of elves of recent. They inspired this poem of elves and forests among the hills.

I saw a nymph on a hillside
Standing in a field of red poppy.
Her fair skin glowed bright in the sunlight.
She turned, and I caught her eye.

She gazed for a moment.
It felt like a lifetime.
I thirsted for those soft, ruby lips
And the skilken touch of her dark brown hair.
I saw our children climbing a great oak.
I could feel my heart sink to my feet.
It was over.
I was caught in her spell.

No sooner was I ensnared,
Than she disappeared into the woods.
I ran after her.
Soft light flowed through the trees.
A yellow dog stood beside the oak in my precognition,
But no nymph was there.
The young dog gaszed at me as if to say,
"Why do you chase a dream?"

I had no answer to give.

Perhaps it's an emotional weakness of mine
To forever chase the Grail,
To never find my desires.
You always want what you can't have.

Or perhaps the lifetime we lived together
Awakened a desire to see if that dream
Could become a reality.

I lay back down to sleep,
That my dreams could continue the Quest.

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