windshadow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moving on... The layer of dust upon the floor coats everything except the spaces where the furniture used to be. Someone lived here once...but no more. Now the dustbunnies play jumprope with the cobwebs, and the motes dance in the sunlight flowing through the window, and the ghosts of the memories that resided here wander the halls, undisturbed by the living. Tread lightly, for they prefer their peace... I have left a few entries that I think are important, but other than that, I am gone. Nre'fa-o, cu'nre-le. It is time for me to dance elsewhere. 11:31 p.m. - 10/16/2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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