From somewhere in the foggy past, unposted until now:
So it’s the end of P3. Very strange. Consistent with the rest of this madcap adventure, the last few months went by in the blink of an eye.
I really do feel like it was just yesterday I was walking through the streets of Paris in solitary muteness, shoes crunching softly on the snow as I made my way along the Seine towards the Eiffel Tower, mentally composing a French rhyme and wondering how I was going to get to Fonty, and when I did, what I would do there and how I would cope. Well. I’m still around and I’m still alive.
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