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[Oct. 28th, 2007|01:20 am] |
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It's all so different.
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Boo, my flowers are dying. It always happens around this time of year, but I'd love them to be able to stay a little bit longer ♥. Oh, well, I still have to take care of them until they just can't make it anymore!
... we went to the market today, to get more lace, but the lady who sells it to us said the caravan that brings it up from Rhia never showed up. She thinks it was the bandits ... ohhh, I hope that fixes itself soon, it seems like the only place that's safe at all is inside the cities these days! It's just awful. |
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