December 19, 2003

It’s privacy I want, not dictation. And so I wander through this empty world, hand in hand.

Entry one: How the world ended and what she did.
It was a royal disaster, and everything was shining blue. The roses had burned down to the candel wicks and the children had laughed themselves to tearful thoughts. No one really noticed the end, it was as if the house had become to warm and it was now time to take a walk outside. The tables were still set and the beds were made, but the roofs were missing.

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