
I've not been sleeping well the past few nights with the turning of the world and the coming equinox. It was exactly five years ago on the equinox that I experienced something I've never been able to bring myself to tell anyone. I tried, last year, I tried. I thought enough time had passed. I thought I had regained enough of my nerve to relay the fact to you. I couldn't last year.
It may have been a blessing in disguise, bah, blessing, as if there were such things as blessing or Someone to bless me, to bless us.
It may have been for the best that I could not tell you the story of what happened that Atumnal Equinox in New Orleans in 2005. I'm still not sure if everyone should know or no one. I think no one, I don't want anyone to know, no one should know, but someone does. I do.
I do know, and maybe, just maybe I'll be able to share the experience this time; or maybe my subconcious, which knows best, may steal my resolve again.

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