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Forgive me. But I hold a sheer disdain for this time of year. It...
...it bothers me.
Although everything bothers me lately. Not that it matters...
...I find it confounding and quarrelsome and foreboding all at once, that time seems at a stand still. Piercingly silent doldrums licked with stagnation have been looming hard and fierce upon the castle walls and cobblestone...as it has been so in the past. As if a disease was cured and then revisited upon this place, returning that grotesque malaise only after giving our dear Budehuc...a taste...of happiness and good health.
..."Holy" days aside, even a daftly one would notice how much of a pause in 'worthwhile' activity...there has been.
I suppose it depends on ones definition of "worthwhile activity"...but regardless.
Forgive the hostility if it seems present...I can assure you it is not. I however may be a bit vexed because I've taken notice of a certain degree of decay in some of my most prized tomes...
It would help if I didn't occasionally find one so haphazardly placed in a pile of melting snowbank...the grudge is still there and well presented after years of passing...books...will drown and die in water. Like people...in a sense.
...and the puzzlement. Oh the maddening unsolved mysteries...I'm still at sea as to who could have left these...misshapen-looking equine bookends on my table. They almost leave...a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wonder in fear if this is what I do to people.
Forgive me. But I hold a sheer disdain for this time of year. It...
...it bothers me.
Although everything bothers me lately. Not that it matters...
...I find it confounding and quarrelsome and foreboding all at once, that time seems at a stand still. Piercingly silent doldrums licked with stagnation have been looming hard and fierce upon the castle walls and cobblestone...as it has been so in the past. As if a disease was cured and then revisited upon this place, returning that grotesque malaise only after giving our dear Budehuc...a taste...of happiness and good health.
..."Holy" days aside, even a daftly one would notice how much of a pause in 'worthwhile' activity...there has been.
I suppose it depends on ones definition of "worthwhile activity"...but regardless.
Forgive the hostility if it seems present...I can assure you it is not. I however may be a bit vexed because I've taken notice of a certain degree of decay in some of my most prized tomes...
It would help if I didn't occasionally find one so haphazardly placed in a pile of melting snowbank...the grudge is still there and well presented after years of passing...books...will drown and die in water. Like people...in a sense.
...and the puzzlement. Oh the maddening unsolved mysteries...I'm still at sea as to who could have left these...misshapen-looking equine bookends on my table. They almost leave...a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wonder in fear if this is what I do to people.