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no real signs of life around here. doubt that any of my sisters found their way around these parts.
that bug's interesting. i let it climb up my arm, and it didn't bite. still not sure what it was, though. didn't seem hostile. i should be more careful.
// there's a bright iris pressed into the journal, little lines surrounding it //
she would probably like this. it's her favorite color. and it's gorgeous. there are so many here, i can practically drown in them.
the smell's different. almost like cinnamon. it doesn't make much sense. i've walked around for a while now, but still the same exact scent.
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