Maximilien Marie Isidore Robespierre (rabid_lamb) wrote in mourir_libre,
Maximilien Marie Isidore Robespierre
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SECRET, PLEASE DO NOT READ

September is so full of memories. Not, I am obliged to say, very pleasant ones.

You know, a woman once left flowers in my passageway. I remember the color of them, though of course the only scent was the burnt oak and ice water smell that everything takes on, here. Nowadays there aren't even leaves falling. Just people-- in waves-- faceless, unfamiliar. Are we here under Providence?

I've been waiting for an answer for years.
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