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-=It's cooler, now a days, and with the rain, the dampness can make it feel like it's going to snow. Hawke's sitting out somewhere, and it must be outside because he has a cloak draped over his shoulders. It's not certain that he knows the PCD is on, because he's looking at the palm of his left hand when he speaks.=-
This time is my mother's favorite time. For her, it is the new year, where the lines between the living and the dead thin and it is easier to speak with them.
-=closes his hand and sighs, looking out into the grey sky.=-
Will they be able to hear my calls now? If the barriers are thinner, then is it possible for them to find me?
I will be nineteen here, at the end of this time and upon the turn of the new year as I know it. I did not think that I would still be here this long.
This time is my mother's favorite time. For her, it is the new year, where the lines between the living and the dead thin and it is easier to speak with them.
-=closes his hand and sighs, looking out into the grey sky.=-
Will they be able to hear my calls now? If the barriers are thinner, then is it possible for them to find me?
I will be nineteen here, at the end of this time and upon the turn of the new year as I know it. I did not think that I would still be here this long.
