Sunday, October 2, 2022
Aless Rouseeau is off to play some music at the tianguis
I need to put water for a bath. I am alone, and Russeau had a strange dream about me last night which we discussed intensely this morning. Nuff said about that.
We are in a dream, and it's a dream about love, but we don't know how to wake up to the truth of that love. It curious. Everything is curious.
I can't even say it. Makkuro died. She died at the vet's. I couldn't let her die with me. But she died naturally.
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