Hearing of Mr. Jeff Clark’s exit, and knowing that nature abhors a vacuum, I decided out of… charity?  No, simple impulse.  Yes, I decided to ask Miss Winters to marry me.

This state, I have come to learn, is not that for which I was born.  I was answered as much by the cosmos as by Miss Winters.  She declined, always lovingly, and then vanished.

I fear it was not to where, but to “when.”

The tidal forces of time that are controlling those two, wayward rafts are powers with an intent and extent still unknown to me.  But so much here is.  It seems that fate is intent on me being a man alone.  Why?  At this point, I sense that is the wrong question.  If only I knew the right one.



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