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A rainy day today, with the rain sizzling off my ever-lit candles, candles made for flames that burn everlasting, in spite of it all, lighting up the night as they await the person they were lit for: given that humans likely placed them as they did, that person will probably never come again...
The rain pitters softly onto the forest floor, glancing off the darkened branches, flashing droplets passing before our eyes like ghosts. The moment I awoke, I spied the Hat Lady sitting under the protection of the old oak, and went forth to join her. She seemed to dislike the rain, and preffered to stay there and snuggle with those companions gathered. While there were times when we cast pelt spells on a peltless neighbor or danced, mostly we just sat together. There was a somewhat depressing time when she, unexpectedly, vanished: I went and took a quick run in the rain, an ordinary loop, and then patiently returned to wait. Some time after her return, she stepped, shivering, out of the oak, flinching against the dream-thin droplets. From there she dashed, here and there stopping beneath a spire-like tree, to the slanted rock, and the dry space beneath. And it was there she said her farewells, and I returned to my home beneath the bridge, to reflect for a while. There was a pair atop the bridge, and for a moment I thought they would fight. Instead, they settled and sat, and I watched them sitting: perhaps they recalled I was there, and then again, perhaps not. Either way, they left not long after, leaving me to my peace.
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