As usual, the entries are unordered, from different periods of her time at the Academy. Questions, comments, guesses appreciated. Have at it.

[Joss is boss, River is not mine, etc. ad nauseum, ad infinitum...] Thanks to Bytemite for the beta.

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ENTRY # ????

White Wisteria

Into the quiet bower

Hung with thick white sunlight

And swaying perfume

A curtain so immediate

Separated from the blistering sun

by the long buzzing of wings

Deep in sculptural clusters, fragile softness,

Green tendrils catching air and blue sky

Binding it to the heat, stirring it with leaves:

Still under shade

So heady the trance

Like fading dusk

That you struggle out of it

Only after a few steps

to remember you've left it behind.

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Now you visit only for arrangements

Taking for a purpose,

Feet skiffing through curled leaves

Crisped on dry brick.

Watch from the outside

As it tries to draw you closer.

You bow your head,

Slip under again-

A girl and

The parted tablecloth.

Straightening up

You let your notice fall

Into the dried flowers

So quickly burnt

And realize this place

Is no longer meant for sheltering your ghost.

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ENTRY #????

There is something bitter in my mouth, and it weighs down my tongue like copper. Around it I cannot speak, without it I cannot remember what was there before—only the instruction to keep it remains. I want to spit it out, for my feet are carrying me towards what I can only see is a black and rushing void, a vast river of night. But I have already forgotten how.

I can only remember negative space, the spots on the wall filled only by a bit of twisted wire or a tiny hole pricked in the pristine blank where pictures used to stand. Fortune’s wheel has flipped with a disapproving tut, tut. I hold the winnings in my mouth—my compensation, small change. I must not spit it out lest I reach this sweeping darkness without fare, to fail, my task incomplete, and I m