Tag: danielthered
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61st Letter
19:30 25/06/2021 It’s likely on everybody’s mind. I don’t blame them. I don’t blame you either, my dear sweetheart. – I’m not fond of that designation, if you couldn’t already tell these few centuries. But it is the truest form to address thee. And I so must… every few spells. – But if you must…
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60th Letter
18:05 24/06/2021 To my whatever… I finally got to see her! It was only a short while. But it still meant something. So for now, we can rest assured that she is okay. It’s not as if she truly needed to see me. Our gorgeous Dame of the Moon always had a many by her…
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59th Letter
06/06/2021 To my dear whoever you are now… I’ve finally found a drop of it. An inkling of it. A mere trace of it secretly flowing through my veins. It’s not much But it’s something this man needs a wisp of. Because, in all honesty, there hasn’t been much of it lately. The will. To…
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56th Letter
16:12 11/05/2021 To my… Maybe a man is tired… This role is tiring to the soul. Is it satisfying? I’m not even sure if I can remember anymore. All I get now is exhaustion. So one may ask, why does a man continue to do what he does? Maybe I’ve forgotten the answer. Maybe this…
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47th Letter
Whether I’d be aware of it or not, I somehow always transformed wherever I was into a retreat.
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46th Letter
I knew Pride was always in my way. He still is, sadly. And I know I’ll have to dismiss much of his advice if I want to venture further.
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44th Letter
Tonight is a long night. A key night. Because tonight is when I can truly wash my hands off of what no longer serves me well.
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43rd Letter
Do you remember how I used to love gardening, my darling? Do you remember what we used to grow? How we used to make our own salads, our own spiced fermentables? Do you remember how the solarblooms stood tall? The marigolds still bloom every seasons. Til this day. And the nasturtiums still flood the gardenbed.…
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42nd Letter
Rest. Slow and steady breaths. Every little effort, all for the sake of recovery. Recuperation. There are no echoes of long boisterous chatter. No rumbles of endless footsteps. No stresses fouling the air from all the tiresome duties. No influx of folk that don’t matter. I love it. This change of flow. This quiet energy.…
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The Shampootergeist – Macanudo Café Celebramos
Other than the cigars and ashtray, I brought some beverages to enjoy with the smoke.
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 