Elise Elan
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Last published Sat, May 21, 2022
Speaking in others stead is a habit I try not to get accustomed to. But in this case I'll make an exception. If I ever were to say that I could measure up to Elise, despite her being a part of me, I'd be a liar. We say that we have strong spirits but rarely are those claims ever tried to their limits. And in such instances I am thoroughly guilty. Hopefully this account will attest to that. A monolith to my own short comings, and a warning to those with a dream greater than themselves.
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