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[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

If fog rolls in on cat feet, and the world ends in fire, then what poetry can be used to describe this?

Hello, City.

Did you miss me?

Before some of you announce that you don't know me, please be aware that redundancy bores me. You'd hate to do that.

Comments

[voice]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

You're certainly not the most appropriate solution.

[voice]

[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

Do you think humans are creatures of any other Endless?

[voice]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I'm rather a fan of Death.

[voice]

[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

Universally beloved.

[voice]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

In some respects, yes.

[voice]

[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

Did you meet the Prodigal?

[voice]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

The Prodigal?

[voice]

[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

Destruction.

[voice]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Ah. Of course.

Yes.

He was here. But you know that already.

[voice]

[caststwoshadows.livejournal.com]

But not if you met him.

[voice]

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

I did. Not as much as I'd have liked to. Seemed like a nice chap.