Still working, but with friends gone to lives afar and changed, it seems useless to be productive.
So, escaping to a land of fairy tales and industry, richer with history than my hills, in less than a month. I devoured a series of medieval fantasy. Wishing for seer dragons and a life of adventure.
Dreading the day of a classmate's memorial service, and a friend's (?) baby shower
That is a dreadful question mark.
Necessary.
And I keep hearing times are changing. I must be the old man wishing for a king to rise.
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