12. Music [written]

Sep 23, 2008 10:48

Because of that music, I am remembering songs I have not heard for a long time. At least I am not compelled to sing.

Autumn is here. In my world, in the Undercity, we would be preparing for a festival to celebrate our independence from the Scourge. Another year of survival.

I have been at Econtra for over a month. In another month, I am certain I will still be here. Your reassurances that I will return a moment after I left do not soothe me. So many things would go wrong in my absence.

But there is nothing I can do about that.

Please, if you're going to reply, write to me. Don't sing.

reflection, plot: singing, written

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