Easy Breathey
On the island next door
—02.12.2000—
I can breathe easier on Gugh. The cords around my chest have loosened though they haven’t given up their grasp entirely. Phillip is gone as well. I don’t think the two events are unrelated. His stuff went off on the Lyoness Lady yesterday while he snapped photos, as always.
It’s a bit of a running joke. How many Scillonians does it take to change a light bulb? Just one but Phillip will want to document it.
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