2006-01-01 - 10:52 a.m.
Peering across the courtyard... through the fog... maybe it's the sun... All the little creatures are not sure. Much noise and excitement in the wee hours. Explosions and bright lights... people yelling happy at each other. Now that it is light and most of the nocturnal creatures have slipped off to sleep, there is an eerie silence that is not normal for the day creatures. Where is everyone?
Only the Phantom arises as if it were a normal day. She makes her coffee and sits by the fire, waiting for the day to begin...
Happy New Year!
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