..followed by an attempt at a serious post
I think something in me had finally accepted the fact that my daughter was dead.
But then she started floating around hallways and sticking her face out of mirrors and haunting the place, all carefree and ghosty. So, more adjusting.
And the painting of Karl Marx that I comissioned for the Library is finished, and the artist is having some people drop it off tomorrow.
...does anyone know where Atanalcar is?
But then she started floating around hallways and sticking her face out of mirrors and haunting the place, all carefree and ghosty. So, more adjusting.
And the painting of Karl Marx that I comissioned for the Library is finished, and the artist is having some people drop it off tomorrow.
...does anyone know where Atanalcar is?