Monday, 20 October 2014
Every time the wind blows, I think of her. I look to the ocean and wonder as I listen for her
She would have understood about the door. Heck she would have been up there with me, tapping and listening.
The door, gods…I must stay away…I must!
I can’t
I will.
Oh Red, I hope she returns soon, I miss her and I hope she hasn’t killed the Witch…I’m fond of her too…when I don’t want to kill her.
I need to make that collar…make a gift for Red…she will LOVE it!