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I am oh-so-much-older-than-twenty.
Read the last book. No worries, I won't spoil.
I'm not Aristaeus, though he was in my dreams this morning, when part of my hair was silver. It was set somewhere on the coast of England, on a misty morning high in the cliffs over the Atlantic. (Maybe it was Ireland?) He wasn't very specific, but his blue denim work shirt and tan trousers said it was something I should remember...
And apparently (though I'm not supposed to remember) Chris, et al. are intending to do birthday things. I'm both flustered and flattered- I'm used to being in Popham with a couple of friends and my family.
That is all.
Read the last book. No worries, I won't spoil.
I'm not Aristaeus, though he was in my dreams this morning, when part of my hair was silver. It was set somewhere on the coast of England, on a misty morning high in the cliffs over the Atlantic. (Maybe it was Ireland?) He wasn't very specific, but his blue denim work shirt and tan trousers said it was something I should remember...
And apparently (though I'm not supposed to remember) Chris, et al. are intending to do birthday things. I'm both flustered and flattered- I'm used to being in Popham with a couple of friends and my family.
That is all.