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I cannot believe it, but today is my Deathday. At my timezone, there is almost midnight, so the day is almost gone... but it must have been sometime in the last ten or so hours when it was precisely one year. It feels... strange. Not that it would seem too long, or too short for me to be around here... it's just... I don't know, somewhat magic. One year at the Downs. Something unspeakable. A year ago, I had no idea that I'm going to be here still at this time, I had no idea what all can be found in this place... not an idea who are the people around... A blank page waiting to be filled. And what am I going to say the next year? Am I going to be here also? I hope I will... the Downs, and also you Downers, have become important to me.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories
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