Year of the Lord 2009 A.D., March
Four long days and endless nights have now passed since last I saw sweet sunlight and felt the fresh salty air of the Sea. Four bitter days, and the dull hours of night, accompanied only by the moaning of those fallen into unhealth and misery. At times I wonder in the dark confines of this tower cell, are we the only ones left in the World? I imagine sounds from the outside, and hurriedly peek through uncleaned and misty windows, but there is naught to be seen, save for the ever circling seagulls. And so, I write these words for the benefit of the world unseen, for readers and friends that linger now in memory alone, and there slowly fading. Remember us, exiled behind these closed doors and heavy curtains, for once we were among you.
Four long days and endless nights have now passed since last I saw sweet sunlight and felt the fresh salty air of the Sea. Four bitter days, and the dull hours of night, accompanied only by the moaning of those fallen into unhealth and misery. At times I wonder in the dark confines of this tower cell, are we the only ones left in the World? I imagine sounds from the outside, and hurriedly peek through uncleaned and misty windows, but there is naught to be seen, save for the ever circling seagulls. And so, I write these words for the benefit of the world unseen, for readers and friends that linger now in memory alone, and there slowly fading. Remember us, exiled behind these closed doors and heavy curtains, for once we were among you.
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Jag bara älskar din inlevelse och dina vardagliga skildringar tillsammans med din familj! Underbara!
Duuuuuuuude... /j
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