Pulling off my gloves, I sit next to a chalky and anemic feminine sculpture, a wan version of a pillar of Merodach. I was, as usual, finding a place to sit and let my mind wander farther than my body is capable, and as usual, I found myself in a cafe, this one familiar
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You are welcome, and it was certainly my pleasure; your procession of masks was a difficult act to follow, but it was an excellent inspiration for my own entry.
My gratitude for letting me use your eyes for a time; it opened mine own to places I have not seen before. I look forward to doing so again.
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Not at all. Welcome to my LJ.
I have a couple more entries that need doing in the current cycle, and then I'll likely return to the 'previously scheduled program'. I'm pleased you enjoy it.
Marion and Martin are indeed different people, by the way. The similarity of name is coincidence. Marion is who Isabella wants to kill, and who Andreas wants to 'recover'. Martin works with Alice, and is on the periphery of these things.
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