Easter Sunday. My Lenten writing exercise, with a small break, is concluded. Personally, I’m happy with this re-edited version of my one and only allegory. I wonder what comes next?
On a personal note, I saw my eldest daughter back off to uni late this morning. My youngest is off to support the GAE on Thursday. I do not know when I shall see them again. Yes, it is Easter and Christ is risen… but I’m in a little hell right now.
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Things seem to calm down. Until Europa seems to be suggesting something she’s not
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Betrayal? Loss? Blood-letting? Reconciliation?
That’s enough for Good Friday. See everyone tomorrow.
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There are times when allegory breaks down in the face of love.
And then once again, everything goes to hell.
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This reads a little like a geography lesson of northern Europe.
I’m reminded of the quote: “it’s all a question of bridges,” but then, Logres cannot perceive those.
We discover Europa’s nature. Maybe.
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Even in an allegory you should wear something.
And, yes, it is 0515 here.
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And there goes the neighborhood…
“They are over-paid, over-sexed, and over here!”
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Things seem to be slowly returning to normal in the story. I already know things will be on the hop for the next installment, which I hope to have out later today.
Someone asked why I didn’t have my “Buy me a beer!” link for these. I mentioned this is an idea I’ve played with and posted before, and hanging out the tip jar for that just seemed crass.
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After yesterday’s splash of exposition and travel, we have a short, sharp confrontation. In which the world nearly ends.
Just remember: allegory.
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