Two thin slats of wood hold a collection of paper of various sizes. The writing itself bears scrawls, writeouts and scratchthroughs. Careful looking will reveal most of the poor spelling diction and grammer being marked through and more typical writing being left.
Wednesday, 01 April 2009
I saw Nightingale and Curly today. I thought I saw Talon. I was wrong.
She had gotten hurt and said the monuments don't fix everything. She asked if she could give me a light blessing. She said she didn't want to drive away my shadows. Doesn't more light mean more shadows? That's what I always thought.
She had to go to sleep. I hope she feels better when she wakes. I gave her a luck piece. Maybe that will help.
Curly was in the inn. He was twirling a coin. I wonder why?
Tusonee was in the quiet dark. He says he likes what he's doing now. I'm glad. He had to go to sleep before I did. I'll see him another time though.
Someone asked if I saw any bandits. I told them only when I went to the bandit cave. They seemed sad.
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