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Aug. 14th, 2005 03:51 pmI can't think; despite the cricket and the mellow company of my dear
larians I feel a bit rough, a bit headachey and depressed for no reason. It's a gentle day, but this story has been waiting for me to shape it. It is done, but it is not a nice story.
Last February I wrote a piece which I now realise is a parallel to this one; both are about twins of a kind. The other is on
just_writing because it is older, better I think, and I need to let go of it. I will sort out the deeply dodgy bits of this one later. Right now, it goes here so it doesn't sit in my head. I hide it behind a cut for courtesy's sake.
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