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Saturday, July 23, 2011


a wall and bookshelf give minimal protection from frustration and self-love.
The muted voices continue on. A female voice penetrates at intervals, interested more in expressing than in aiding. Strange that, though the tones convey nothing new, they seem always to have the power to stifle, eroding peace and the semblance of tranquility.

there is nothing more to be said. One finds that he has said all, the other that words are lacking. Inevitably, the door slams; glass ringing, the sound heard down the corridor, throughout the building. Minutes later, footsteps approach the room; the antagonist realized he had not finished with complaints or vocabulary.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Apologies Are in Order

It has been a long while since I last wrote.
My apologies. To those of you who perhaps came back a couple of times to check if I'd written anything - and then realised I hadn't and gave up on me: I'm sorry.

To FR, in particular, I'm sorry. It must be hard to be a Faithful Reader if the writer isn't faithful. I'll work on being semi-regular.

Till next time!

- Lydie
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