Even in winter, Rosalind found it pleasant to walk through the park on her way to the bazaar after work-though she did walk a little faster, since it was chilly out. This island was more familiar now, months after the fire that had changed everything she'd only just managed to memorize at the time ( Read more... )

Excuse me, can anyone tell me if they can read this? A quick note will be fine. There's no reason something I write down in my journal with normal ink and paper should show up in someone else's. I'm pretty sure it's scientifically impossible ( Read more... )