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[December 26; 04:28pm] |
FILTERED TO SELF;
I'm unused to seeing in this weather. Water is water, that is true, but frozen water is different. Looking through snow is like looking through a dirty mirror, everything is distorted and murky and grey. I suppose I can say that it is similar to waking up and finding one's eyes still blurry from sleep. But I don't know. I've been waking up with imperfect vision since I can remember.
It is Christmas. I should have gotten a present for Hei but it had been difficult navigating through the halls, I didn't think it was wise to wander out in the streets. END FILTER.
Hyvää Joulua.
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Yin for bureau. |
[October 29; 09:15pm] |
a maiden grieves on a dark night, she sinks alone into the midnight curtain. the silver moon nestles close, as the sacred night passes ( quietly. )
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