A Journal Entry
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Latest revision as of 03:23, 31 July 2025
Title: a journal entry
Author: Einhildur
--the page appears to be torn from a journal and forgotten, as if the author wishes to forget he wrote it--
A curious feeling overcame me as I was buried in my research - a sudden distracting thought grew from a silent murmur into something that I simply could not put away.
It was the thought of Astrid. It has been sometime since I thought of her, and that very fact brings a chill to my heart. Has it really been so long? How I miss her!
Yea verily, my heart longs for those days long past, when we lived together in Yew proper - I, working in the Jolly Baker and she, taking care of our humble farm.
It brings me joy to remember those happy days, and great sorrow to remember when she passed, and how I abandoned our lovely home, just as purpose had abandoned my existence.
The bittersweet image of her simple smile haunted me, yet eased the burden of my terrible anguish in the lonely days to come.
But why now? Why does that thought intrude up on my studies after all this time?
I cannot work. My heart is too heavy with sorrow.
I shall sleep and continue my research tomorrow.
-- Einhildur