Alexander Murphy is (predacious) wrote in doors, @ 2013-08-11 05:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | bigby wolf, cassandra cain, hannibal, remus lupin |
[Unwittingly public]
[As Alexander T.]
I have purchased a decrepit and dismal old house on a parcel of land, surrounded by trees that resemble skeletal fingers rather than any gloriously leafy wood. There is no sight nor smell of any swamp, nor steady drone of nibbling insects or bellowing bull frogs and I could likely hear the wind pass through the cracked slats of my shutters. Or, and more likely still, the hushed whispers of the tourists in this city as they hurry past my home.
I love my hulking beast of a home, with all her aged bones.
And then I was gifted with this journal. A fine gift, yet everyone I know insists that they did not send it to me. Very well. I will find out eventually. Until tomorrow, goodnight and adieu, journal. I have a sister to call.