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06 [voice]
Jun. 26th, 2009 07:30 pm[a heavy sigh is heard as she activates the device, followed by the rustle of fabric, as if she is hugging herself]
I keep dreaming about him. And not in a good way. He's right here in the city and I keep dreaming about that day. The stones. The blood. As if it's all too good to be true and I'll wake up one morning and discover that he's really gone again after all....
[yes, she is talking about caesar]
But it's not only him. It's the ones that really are gone for good. My husband. The man I called my father. I don't know what it is that's bringing up all of these memories. Maybe it's the city, the micro-chip, but I can't...I can't seem to compartmentalize it anymore.
[another sigh. it seems as if she is talking to herself. she is almost never this emotional in public]
I know I should just be grateful for whatever bizarre adventure has brought him back to me, and I am, I am. I just...
[but the world may never know, as the recording times out]
I keep dreaming about him. And not in a good way. He's right here in the city and I keep dreaming about that day. The stones. The blood. As if it's all too good to be true and I'll wake up one morning and discover that he's really gone again after all....
[yes, she is talking about caesar]
But it's not only him. It's the ones that really are gone for good. My husband. The man I called my father. I don't know what it is that's bringing up all of these memories. Maybe it's the city, the micro-chip, but I can't...I can't seem to compartmentalize it anymore.
[another sigh. it seems as if she is talking to herself. she is almost never this emotional in public]
I know I should just be grateful for whatever bizarre adventure has brought him back to me, and I am, I am. I just...
[but the world may never know, as the recording times out]
