{Twenty-five (53)} &diams Another second lost with every fallen grain

[burnt_orangesky]

[There are a few pentaps, and the pen rests on the page long enough to form a tiny pool of ink before Fred's writing starts.]

I do not think I shall ever get the sand completely out of my hair.

Has anything particularly interesting happened while I have been [another pentap or so] napping? And did everyone come through February alright? I confess I was somewhat preoccupied with an [pause] issue of my own, and was quite distracted toward the end.

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[burnt_orangesky]

...it truly has.

[Pentap, pentap.]

I will see you in person soon, I do hope.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Sure. Whenever you're not all sandified.

[burnt_orangesky]

I should hope that will not happen again for some time. Two weeks of sleep is quite enough to get on with.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

IDK. I wish I could have slept through all of February.

[burnt_orangesky]

If only that had been the case. I would gladly have missed some portions of it, myself.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

[...Right. He should ask about that.]

You ok? After...ah...whatever. Happened. I actually don't know much about. It. Rick was vague.

[burnt_orangesky]

I myself am fine. [Physically, anyway.] I believe I owe Veda an [the words trail off into a small pool of ink, then that's all scratched out.] I owe Veda. I shall have to [pause] do something for him at the earliest opportunity.

[man-genius.livejournal.com]

Are you sure he even wants to see you?

[woah there. where the hell did that come from? After a minute he gently strikes that out.]

Never mind.

[burnt_orangesky]

[A few pen taps.]

Whether he does or not, I intend to offer my apologies regardless.