I knew it would happen some day, I just didn't think it would be so soon that E2 would start losing users.
As I logged in after discovering Sensei's situation, the little remember me checkbox lept out and caught me, still, for a brief moment.
remember me...
Such a simple request, usually unvoiced, that the survivors do unconciously anyways. If our souls do not move on, or if we have none, then at least we can live on in memory... what more could you really ask for, y'know?
I am a female geek, a percussionist, a pagan (of some sort);
a finder, a dreamer, a guardian;
a soul-mate, a life-mate, a friend and lover;
a chainmailler, a gamer, an anthropologist;
a game master, an audiophile, a reader;
a fishkeeper, a gardener, a traveler;
a dancer, a sketcher, a wannabe pilot
I am a journeyman, a pathwalker, a ranger.
I am a grey. I want to fly so bad, it hurts.
To those of you with whom I have shared part of the journey,
I can only hope that I have done as much for you as you have for me.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
There really is no heaven, just some big lakes in East Africa.
To the Sasparilla!
And to my soul-mates, remember:
I'll wait for you in Springfield.
Clear skies, and the wind at your back.
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