Hello to anyone who's still listening
Wow, it's been over a year, and I've - blimey, I've gotten 148 years younger! I wonder what all those people were doing looking for the fountain of youth in South America or wherever it is when it's actually in Northern Russia. I found it the other day - haven't felt this good in a long time. I was originally going to go back to age seventeen, but I couldn't face it - that was a tough year, that was. Especially this part of it. I've actually gotten myself accepted at college under one of my assumed names. I've always wanted to get my BA, and it's looking like finally materializing. A few technical bugs to work out yet, for instance, I haven't anywhere to stay, but my mom's got her people on it, and I've slept in worse places than that cardboard box in the river valley on my many travels. (Ha, ha.) It's a little hard to keep up with a blog when you're on the run, particularly here, but I can still hopefully manage the occasional post.
Respectfully yours,
Katharine Genevra Black
(No, the initials were not deliberate. And sorry, J. K., but I definitely prefer my own spelling of the middle name, even if it doesn't abbreviate to Ginny quite as well as yours does.)
Respectfully yours,
Katharine Genevra Black
(No, the initials were not deliberate. And sorry, J. K., but I definitely prefer my own spelling of the middle name, even if it doesn't abbreviate to Ginny quite as well as yours does.)
posted by lizkat_13 at 10:11 PM
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"I feel . . . as if . . . somebody . . . had handed me . . . the moon . . . and I didn't know . . . exactly . . . what to do . . . with it," Anne said dazedly. [...]
Anne had a long meditation at her window that night. Joy and regret struggled together in her heart. She had come at last . . . suddenly and unexpectedly . . . to the bend in the road, and college was around it, with a hundred rainbow hopes and visions. But Anne realized as well that when she rounded that curve she must leave many sweet things behind . . . all the little simple duties and interests, which had grown so dear to her in the last two years and which she had glorified into beauty and delight by the enthusiam she had put into them. [...] The mere thought...made her wonder if Redmond were such a name to conjure with after all.
"I've put out a lot of little roots there two years," Anne told the moon, "and when I'm pulled up they're going to hurt a great deal. But it's best to go, I think, and, as Marilla says, there's no good reason why I shouldn't. I must get out all my ambitions and dust them."
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