Dearest Diary,
Today I received a rather unconventional invitation to a wedding where I am assured there will be much dancing. Such an invitation I am eager to accept as I have remitted repeatedly that I do desire to attend such a ball. But, I am exceedingly weary from this evening's travels. I have completed the journey south in order that I might call upon my sister. Upon my arrival, we dined at small eaterie who specializes in pies made with a sort of tomato paste beneath various cheeses and meats. A very delectable alternative to what our cooking skills might have presented.
We are to visit the coast on the morrow as well as to take a survey of the neighborly merchants in this bit of the country. I shall hope to return with a new bonnet and perchance even a new gown.
It is this anticipation with which I now to bed, that tomorrow might arrive much sooner...
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