Where we hear an even more immodest proposal.
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Pirate Twins 12, again “A modest proposal”
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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It’s nice to be able to rely on family. Humans in the West are so cut off from one another; I’ve talked with otherwise genius doctors who could not name their grandparents. Atomized. Adrift. Almost by design.
There was once a pharmacist who I, politely, made an example of. This was years ago, when ancestry.com was still pretty much free. I started in 17th Century England and clicked from one name to another, him watching next to me. Click, click, click. “And here,” I concluded, “is fifteen-year-old me standing next to my mother’s mother.”
Almost four hundred years of family. This clever guy could not fathom it. I encouraged him to look into his family but I don’t think anything came of it. Sad. We should not be alone.
That’s enough talking; I’m still moody. Let’s see what Georgie can do.
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