And as the last vestiges of summer relinquish their hold on this special place so I lay down this sceptre and bow out of a reign long due a new sovereign. For it is imprudent to cling to that which is neither my current reality nor domain.![]()
~Marcela: desperately seeking a desirable next, in Ye Olde Queendom of Quack. October 25, 2020
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Vestiges
25 Sunday Oct 2020
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