Dearest Diary,
There is much to say about a brisk walk to start the morning and a cooler climate for the evening. Coupled with the company of good friends and a story of courtship and fantastical beasts, there is inasmuch a wealth of Happiness. It is quite probable that you and I, dear Diary, are nearing the end of our particular correspondence. We had only vowed to make it through a year's time, and in only a fortnight, that year will come to an end. I do not pretend to think that we shall never inquire after each other again, but with the proper foresight, we might begin to prepare for goodbye. It does seem ashame given there is no light shed on the topic we so long to write about. Nevertheless it seems the lack thereof might be just enough to require a hiatus from such visits.
At present, however, I abuse the few moments I have with you with a premature farewell. I shall postpone such a departure and continue the account of my day. For the nature of the story I heard today is one that in many ways might be considered timeless, apart from the absurd and unusual details. Most of the day's activities continued to recall the themes again and again. It is the eve of yet another holiday and I do hope that the celebration might be improved by a story much akin to the ones I observed today on the morrow...
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