We Harpies are new at this blogging thing, and you have, in large part, welcomed us with open arms. But we are concerned. We feel you are crying out for help, and your SOS calls appear to take the form of various Google searches that bring you to our website. We want you to know: we are here to listen. (Well, so long as you are not offensive, pedantic or boring.) But we are confused. Your messages are mixed.
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Pilgrim Soul, on behalf of The Harpies