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Dec 25: Mellonin
From the blackness and despair, slowly, everything turned to grey fog, a chill mist. She could see nothing. She could hear nothing. She felt that she could decide nothing, or desire nothing; that was not quite true. But to feel or desire or decide took tremendous effort, and was hardly worth it. She watched the fog.
At first, it was a relief.
After many hours, even in her dreams she thought she would go mad.
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