A month gone, what on earth --
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alasanonI don't remember. I think.
But I can't really place it. Your eyes, perhaps, and waiting. I patterned a garment for the first time since school. I was quiet and sad between the rows.
Was I?
When did it come back? Was it October? November? Was it only a couple of weeks ago?
The hollow sensation in my belly, the cold seeping into my throat.
(you do not want that, that is the Bad End, the wrong story, and yet, when alone, it's hard to avoid thinking it.)
I feel certain that remembering the details of this time is unimportant.
But I can't really place it. Your eyes, perhaps, and waiting. I patterned a garment for the first time since school. I was quiet and sad between the rows.
Was I?
When did it come back? Was it October? November? Was it only a couple of weeks ago?
The hollow sensation in my belly, the cold seeping into my throat.
(you do not want that, that is the Bad End, the wrong story, and yet, when alone, it's hard to avoid thinking it.)
I feel certain that remembering the details of this time is unimportant.
