35. a pink tint at evening

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Semi-continuation of #58.

Miraculously alone, I looked to the sky again.  My life as I knew it was officially over.  Within in the week I would be on my way to London, Queen of the realm.  People talked over me, making decisions without my input.  I was still numb, so I allowed them to.  After all, how was I possibly going to live up to the title?  I was still waiting for someone to announce this was all an elaborate prank. 

I knew Askew was watching me, waiting to provide whatever support and guidance I could ask for, but I didn't the words.


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