nonomoribird: ({fleeting memories rise})
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I wonder why this place seems so silent. There are sounds, and there are people, but the shadows seem longer, somehow. I do not think it is very safe right now.

I have not seen the musician in a while. I wonder where he is.

Date: 2009-03-17 03:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eaturdumbapple.livejournal.com
Sheltered life?

Wait, you mean back home?

Date: 2009-03-25 11:47 pm (UTC)
ext_965445: ({you were there})
From: [identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com
I was isolated.

Yes. That was what Mother did before the boy stopped her.

...I'll stop failing now thx. x.x

Date: 2009-03-28 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eaturdumbapple.livejournal.com
Sorry to hear that... any reason for it?

What boy?

GAH. I didn't get the notice for this, so sorry!

Date: 2009-05-24 07:18 am (UTC)
ext_965445: ({distant hills wear a shroud of grey})
From: [identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com
There was no one else living on the island but Mother and the birds.

The boy with horns.

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