Eleven Bells: [Action/Written] Oddly Introverted Today

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[Tonight, Archie is out in the woods, walking along the river instead of the path toward the southern lake. Something about being away from the village, in the solitude of the woods, with the sky going on for miles above him, is closer than anything else to the openness of the sea. The strange thing is that Archie was never too poetic about the

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[justicereigns]

Feels familiar.

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[noprevaricating]

What feels familiar?

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[justicereigns]

The poem.

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You've read something like it?

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[justicereigns]

Lived it too, but yes.

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Saying goodbye is never easy.

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[justicereigns]

Hn. Indeed. Especially when you don't get a change to either.

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I beg your pardon?

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[justicereigns]

Chance to I mean.

Sorry, my writing is still bad from the academy days. Ticks my bosses off.

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[noprevaricating]

I see.

Even having a chance doesn't help as much as you'd think. You thought you said your goodbyes, and you can still think of everything you should have said.

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[justicereigns]

I wouldn't know what to say. Even now really.

I'm not great with words.

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There's no use wondering. You can't change the past.

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[justicereigns]

I suppose not.