of the fourth; timber going up in smoke

Feb 17, 2009 01:31

The ghost train came, but I didn't get on it. It feels wrong, a violation of something, more than simply time compression; what's dead is gone, that's how it is. They didn't want me to go to the Tower with them, and the father followed the son...

Enough of this. Cid, stay in on place. I'm coming.

walkabout, staying out of family messes, week 2

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