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The more things change? Dreams and thoughts and happenings coalescing into... stories. Odd how the more the story is told... What was, is, and will be. Some paths only lead to singular places, no matter how many times that has failed to lead to the right destination. Everything has to be just right for that time to be now. But it will happen, this time, next time, some time. Every time there is some wonder on my part. I have my marks, she has the spirit. Will it work this time?
Never mind. Just... Yeah. Gah! Bedtime.
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