watching the lights go down

other worlds through sunglasses


white space, my heart is an open book, distant
Rook the Librarian gisho
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This will make sense to no one at all, I expect, but: I have finally settled, in my own head, what happens to Gilfaethwy. That used to bother me no end. I don't expect I'll ever use it to write with. Nonetheless.

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