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It’s been a little while since I last heard from my brother. I’m hoping that is a good sign. He’s still unaware of my street address, though he could get it with only a modicum of detective work. He’s very clever, despite his best efforts to harm his own faculties. No news frequently translates into good news.

dreams of being pulled like taffy and being planted as a new species of tree. no dryads, will ‘o wisps or wood nymphs came to soothe me. there were peacocks, but fortunately they were mute.

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