Going to Richmond for the day to see a girl who has been far away.

I don't really want to go into the implications, as I don't think I fully comprehend them.

But I am no longer dead. My ritual nonentity faded with the arrival of Les Anglais yesterday afternoon.

I will return tomorrow evening. I have posted none of the stories I'd wished to as of yet. They are still half-formed shells of things.

I have Styx in my head. I think I'll post a Poem for Ana and finish all the stuff I have to do before the train.

I love you all.

<<agé chose>>

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