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Aug 31, 2011 22:10

[ She might have been worried still but Isis had stopped looking over her shoulder. The last months. Heavens, the last months. There had been so many gifts dropped at her door that she didn’t know what to say or how to reply to them. Her son was with her. Her son. The one she had sheltered, the one she had protected, the one she loved and tried to not to remember because it hurt not to have him nearby.

There was no reason not to remember anymore. Was it any wonder she was in a good mood? ]

Danger seems to have passed for now. Perhaps it is high time to return to planning. Good, normal plans.

isis, nephthys

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