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[deathpixie]

Last night I was cooped up and bored and kind of frustrated with things, so I took myself out for a walk. I haven't done that for a while, it seems. I walked up Runnymede to our soon-to-be new house and checked the keys (we had an issue yesterday, so I wanted to double-check things) and then back again down Windermere. It was about 8:30 in the evening, at the tail end of twilight, the air still and mild but still warm enough to wear just a tank top and shorts. Most of my walk was in the residential areas, and periodically I'd pass a house where someone was sitting on the front steps or on the patio or even on the fence, enjoying the evening. Or the lights would be on inside and I could sneak a peek into the lives of those inside - I've always been something of a people-watcher.

I'm really glad we found a place to move to in the area.

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[fixeight.livejournal.com]

On occasion, I like to pop on here and say hey. Even though everything was a complete fuckery, you're still reoccuring. It makes me think at times. It's weird to hear that you're moving into a house and I was just seeing if you were doing NaNo, when I came across this post. I had a dream about you guys, reoccuring, that you moved into a house, small front door that you have to go through first before you get into the main rooms. There's a room to the left, the hallway narrow down in front of you leading to the kitchen and your books are everywhere.

I swear I'm not creeping. It's always nagging me, these dreams I have of you guys. all three of you. reoccuring. I always know it's somewhere deep down there. so on occasion, don't mind me, I'm going to pass by in your posts whenever it comes up.