Everyday you learn something that will enable you to help another strike at the dragon and train others who, in time, will change the world. Nothing works quite right here. The clock on the wall has a second hand which races down one side 3 seconds at a time, and creeps and abckslides up the otherside. Most of Pamhile's relatives live on land owned by his father, now deceased. Walking at night is hairy on the street, but back in the quartiers it's like the jungle took everything back.
Huge roots bisect rotting masonry slabs, stairs lead to nowhere, it's preety damn cool.
I'm absolutely dogged, but I want to finish this letter with two things, only oe of which I can remember at the moment. And I love you. I'll send another letter as soon as I can. Please give my love to everyone.