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Plurk: heartstringing
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[ She'd spent most of her time alone, to give herself time to grieve. The loss of her husband. Her life. Of not being able to watch her son grow up into the young man he was today--Well, she'd needed time to process it all. To take it in and move on.

But enough was certainly enough, and it was time for her to let it go. She had a life to live here, ( Read more... )

[ She'd glanced through the journal quickly, and had figured out it was used for communication a few pages in. It was strange, certainly, but not the strangest thing she'd ever seen. Of course, she needed to stay on guard. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all. ]

Either I've died, or this is an unnecessarily intricate attempt at getting ( Read more... )