I find I cannot remember what happened on Tarsday Tuesday; it must have been a curse, and no doubt a strange one. I hope I did nothing regrettable... though perhaps I ought to take the fact that I cannot recall it as a sign that I should not pry.

I did find, scrawled in something that might have been my own hand, these lines;

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Earth's holidays are quite intriguing; I've been reading up on them since people began speaking of Halloween. We don't seem to share most of them, in my whorl, which... well. I find myself uncertain; I sometimes feel so sure that it is the Short-Sun Whorl, and other times, it seems impossible. No mentions of Pas, or his children; and yet ( Read more... )