Dearest Diary,
It appears I owe a certain gentleman an apology. I was much too familiar in my address to him in yesterday's entry, and I shall very much like to make it up to him. Henceforth he shall be known as Col. Raven, for I am certain he has an affinity for the sorts of risks which might liken him to the bird's famous words. Nevertheless, I am pleased to know his birthday was a delightful one.
As for today, it has been a bit of a slower pace than what the children and I are accustomed to. There is much Happiness to be found in such a pace. It has allowed for the examination of the moon and stars as visible from our schoolhouse windows.
It occurs to me that such scenery is a delightful diversion and could be made even more delightful with the proper company. But now is not the evening for it. Perhaps tomorrow?...
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