Entry #9
It is funny, you notice a lot of things when you have nothing to do other than wait.
You notice your possessions losing some luster.
You notice the bags under your eyes growing in intensity.
You notice the looks you receive from men, women and children.
You notice the familiar faces you have seen downstairs in the inn, day after day.
You notice how painful cleaning out wounds is and the conflict it brings to the relaxing hot bath water treating the muscles.
You notice the less innocent looks you receive before bed, while you order your wine in a full tavern area.
You notice the moon's strength and come to the conclusion the day has been familiar...Much like while I was a child, my day was a transition, waiting for my next step toward finding my family.
You notice just how lonely you can be at a time like this.
Anette
It is funny, you notice a lot of things when you have nothing to do other than wait.
You notice your possessions losing some luster.
You notice the bags under your eyes growing in intensity.
You notice the looks you receive from men, women and children.
You notice the familiar faces you have seen downstairs in the inn, day after day.
You notice how painful cleaning out wounds is and the conflict it brings to the relaxing hot bath water treating the muscles.
You notice the less innocent looks you receive before bed, while you order your wine in a full tavern area.
You notice the moon's strength and come to the conclusion the day has been familiar...Much like while I was a child, my day was a transition, waiting for my next step toward finding my family.
You notice just how lonely you can be at a time like this.
Anette
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