lament for change on a sunny morning

The fall has largely fallen, and my maple tree has deserted me; I awakened this morning to full bright sun shining through my window, and had to move the Beryl-creature who has been dancing a wild gypsy dance in the middle of my floor. I don't remember when the trees leaf out in the spring, but they are tearing down the lovely old sycamores along grauwulf's street, and I don't know when I will next wake up to uncurtained windows and filtered green sunlight again.

( wild gypsy dance )

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Dear Chris Baty,

Not content with telling everyone on your vast e-mail list off to do big scary life-changing things this year (a goal I am, quite independent of your challenges, attempting to do) you now are telling us all off to finish yesterday's target word count by the end of today. And you're currently more behind than me. Fie upon you.

--thanate

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Dear thanate,

Why is it that when someone you don't even know sets you wordcount goals, you manage to fill them, while blatantly ignoring all the other goals you've set for yourself and also need to accomplish?

--yourself

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Meanwhile, the sorcerer had turned out to be a very unsympathetic character, or at least not at all inclined to put up with someone he considers a nuisance. However, he left Caroline in an uncompromising position, and she is now running away from the witch, having had theological discussions with a snake. And where the pig has got to, nobody knows. I hope the witch didn't catch him; I'll need him later to demonstrate that Una's widower is not trying to poison anybody.