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I WAS SUPPOSED TO LOSE THIS MATCH – I DECIDED NOT TO.
The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.8 My dear readers, nature is a theatrical creature, is she not? There are moments when the rhythm of the year quickens, catching us all by surprise. Although Spring is still an unwritten chapter, this week the ink has already begun to flow in vibrant greens, shimmering golds, pure whites and…
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TOASTING TO YOURSELF WHEN NO ONE ELSE DOES
The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.7 My dearest reader, we are all too familiar with these moments, are we not?We achieve something in our lives, be it a grand conquest or something microscopically small, and yet – we find ourselves standing alone. No one was there to have witnessed the struggle in the first place, and…
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THE TEA IS SERVED, Lady Whistledown – Secrets Included.
The Sunday Archives, Vol 2., No 6. Dearest gentle reader – oh, heavens, stop the press!That line belongs to another, does it not? My apologies to the ton, and to Lady Whistledown herself. Let us begin with a touch more… me. My dear reader, I have a confession to make: at last, it has befallen…
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OF LEAKING CEILINGS & LACKING POWER
The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.5 My dear reader, how have you been faring during these past two weeks? I hope life has treated you with the grace you deserve, and that you find yourself in a state of contentment?You must forgive my absence and the missing entry from last week, my dear friends. The realm…
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WHEN THE SHELL BECOMES A PRISON
The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.4 My lovely reader, the title of this week’s The Sunday Archives may have alarmed you, or perhaps it was the very thing that inspired you to join me here. I assure you, however, there is no cause for distress. Although I do not know your personal history, I have come…