…Unthinkable.
My bones turned to dust long ago, yet there is not a day or night since I’ve shed my mortal coil, that my restless soul does not yearn to put my heart’s thoughts unto parchment.
Never shall I cease.
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…Unthinkable.

My bones turned to dust long ago, yet there is not a day or night since I’ve shed my mortal coil, that my restless soul does not yearn to put my heart’s thoughts unto parchment.

Never shall I cease.

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