I'd gazed into the abyss and ...

I\'d gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It\'s simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you\'ll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don\'t.
I'd gazed into the abyss and the abyss had gazed back, just like Daddy always said it would: You want to know about life, Mac? It's simple. Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you'll find it. If you go hunting evil . . . well, don't.
 Karen Marie Moning

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