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earthen_hopeI found one of those memory crystals when I woke up this morning. I couldn't see anything but... I could hear, and smell, and feel things. I think one of the people from my dream was there. Bartz. It was a party, I think, and we talked about my grandpa....
[inkblot]
He's gone. But not really, I think. He was there, wanting me to do something--I don't know what, though. It must have been not [inkblot] that long after [period turns into another inkblot]
I miss him. I miss knowing him. I don't think he'd be happy to know how much I've forgotten. But... I wasn't alone, either.
And somehow I'm not surprised that my socks are all mismatched now.
Bastet--can I talk to you?
[ooc: struck out after Bastet's post]
[inkblot]
He's gone. But not really, I think. He was there, wanting me to do something--I don't know what, though. It must have been not [inkblot] that long after [period turns into another inkblot]
I miss him. I miss knowing him. I don't think he'd be happy to know how much I've forgotten. But... I wasn't alone, either.
And somehow I'm not surprised that my socks are all mismatched now.
[ooc: struck out after Bastet's post]
