|Im just a lil blue dragoness who likes to sketch and draw.|
Weapons Whoever I once was, I have decided I was entirely too good at puzzles. I don’t remember any of the times I’ve gone through revision, but I’ve learned more about it than is safe. The reason, I think, are my own recent unscheduled visits. The ones I asked for.
No one asks for revision. Everyone goes through it on a rolling three-month schedule, which should be enough unless something major happens. Well, something major happened to me. I still can’t fathom how one phrase ended up so deeply ingrained inside me, but there’s a catch to this revision process.
They can’t take away phrases and sentences. They only take away words. Or more accurately, they bury them. I can’t remember much of the letter I wrote, but that last phrase is all too clear. They took out words, “governed,” “subversive,” but the others are too ubiquitous. And when I remember on