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Ah so many things are leaving my life. Allow me to place back of hand (clutching lace handkerchief) to forehead and swoon backards...
the power went off in the building one night, and elizahome has not been seen or heard from. When I returned home from the pub last night, I was eager to tell all in a solstice post; however, I was chagrinned at the lack of interest I had in writing something that couldn't be imminently published. Of course, I did write something anyway - a take on the night far more personal and non-flowery.
I smiled a lot last night.
There was a lad who looked like Allen Henderson that spoke to me. It made me smile.
I need to smile more.
I feel rather abandoned, and I'm told it's for my own good on one hand and abandoning on the other.
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