An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Thursday, 03 August 2017
It is amazing! While working to remove the broken glass the glass shifted and we could smell meat cooking! It seems Jaymes had enough supplies to keep himself alive, sheltering himself under his bar from the destruction. It makes me hopeful for the future. Yet it seems the time has come for me to head off as I had planned. Yet, I know, I shall return to this place because it is after all... Home.
