Saturday, 12 November 2011

February 1, 1923

Today as I sat before my window, I observed a most peculiar individual. I could not determine the sex of this person, nor any physical features, as the lighting and the person's manner of dress thoroughly obscured such details.

The figure moved about apparently unaware of me, and its attention seemed focused on a row of neatly trimmed hedges. It approached the headges and placed what seemed to be a white square of paper upon it.

As the figure moved away, so too did the window, and I observed as the figure walked across a long field of golden grass before disappearing through the door of a dilapidated shed.

I have resolved to take careful note of everything I see through the window, for I believe that whoever owns this place is trying to send me a message.

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