Never Name The Well From Which You

A Priestess Of Avalon Does Not Lie. But I Am Cast Out Of Avalon, And For This, And Unless It Is All To Be For Nothing, I Must Lie, And Lie Well And Quickly

Well, So It Must Be, For As Man Saw Reality, So It Became.

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

Never Name The Well From Which You Will Not Drink.