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She said, "Spatter, why is a raven like a writing desk?"

I believe it is, as it was in this the most beautiful of stories, a time for moving on from this small hobby of mine.  Dearest friend, this is my omega text, the last words I will write here.  My leave indefinite, and I find it unlikely that I will discover my way back.  This blog has meant so much to me, and served its purpose so well.  Thank you to all who read it, I hope that somewhere in my mess I've written something worthwhile for you.  The 45 kilograms that started this story have changed so much, that it just seems wrong to continue.  As always, and for the last time, live long.

Fairfarren Alice.

Spatter