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There's a presence by my bed. At first, that's all I can tell. I feel groggy, more than I should, and lethargic; weak, somehow. The sound of a quiet plaintive noise wakes me fully, startles me, because it's so loud. Likely because I made it myself. I open my eyes, barely, seeing a blurry soft-lit pale world through my lashes, and frown slightly at ( Read more... ) -
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I have taken a sabbatical from being miserable, and as a sign of my optimism, have brought only one uzi with me to the beach to lay out. I also brought the Ducati, which is sitting up in the shade, and beside which Ulixes is presently drowsing. The direct sun int he late afternoon tends to be a bit much for him. Still, the both of us are feeling ( Read more... ) -
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By the time I push the trap door of the treehouse up, hear Ulixes' thick paws hitting the ground from his window-entry, and pull myself up into what has become home, I am furious. It was only natural that once Indiana made his flashy exit the temple would crumble around my ears and the stone statues lining the exit would come to life and attack me ( Read more... ) -
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I awake to the sensation of sweat at the nape of my neck and cooling at the dip of my back. My warm, sateen pyjamas, however undone they had been the night before, have turned back into my thin cotton tank top and cotton bikini briefs. It's somewhat surprising, enough to wake me, at least. I can feel James at my back, chest moving evenly with ( Read more... ) -
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I am... irked. There is a man on the island who is troublesome to me in three ways: he resembles two men who have been of some importance to me, and he may play some peripheral role in the fate of my parents ( Read more... ) -
The Adventure Portion
The morning was thoroughly enjoyable- multiple times- but it feels especially good to be on the trail again. We took bikes up the foothills, through the sparser forest, and have come up where the trees thin out again and we're faced with endless expanse of boulders long ago formed into plateaus, indented with river paths. The mountains are just ( Read more... ) -
Homeplot: The Travel Portion
The car is a Bentley, and exceptionally comfortable, although truth be told this is more James' style than my own. Still, it's a service provided by the hotel, and it would be remiss not to graciously utilize it. The Phantom pulls up in from of the hotel, which is beautiful, that trademark white stucco, and sprawls massively over the hillside ( Read more... ) -
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There's something strange about the air as I wake up. I'm used to the sweet, musky smell of the wood I constructed my accommodations out of, the particular smell of the air through the leaves, the salt from the ocean coming up the hill ( Read more... )