August 3rd, 2017

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"Don't let yourself go. Your last chance has arrived."

Currently, it's partly sunny (half full) here in Providence, 75˚F.

By now, subscribers should have Sirenia Digest No. 138. It just went out.

And today is the twenty-second anniversary of Elizabeth's suicide. Some years it passes fairly painlessly. But this year it was like hitting a brick wall. Twenty-two years. I was living in the Carriage House in Athens, Georgia. I had only one short story in print ("Peresephone"). When she died, I was actually in New Orleans, and...never mind.

Later,
Aunt Beast



10:37 a.m.