Jornal entry-mimicing Mrs. Hurston

Then Alexis began to ponder in isolation. isolation, that intriguing being with shining pleasantry who lived close in the mind. The despaired who existed on the land like a prairie with no grass, and no flowers. What need has isolation for grass, and what life can grow upon her? She sits upon her surly steppe, sadness that stalks the galaxy. Sits observing and stoic with her words conserved, waiting for her envoy to breeze her in. Been sitting there before there was a where or a when or a then. She was subject to find a claw from her paw lying in her living room any night now. She was disheartened and petrified at the thought. Rotten Andrea! She shan't not to condone fisticuffs in there by herself. She summoned Siouxsie in to submit a stay, but Andrea said no. The herbalists wher untrained in accordance with the unearthly physical complexity's, but they were knowledgeable in things for a case such as this. she would become sickly as soon as the double tailed man found what spell had been cast over her. She was sure to die. That's what she anticipated. but Siouxsie spoke to her in contrary, so she understood. And then if she had not, the next evening she was meant to know, for people strayed from her abode near the ice cream shop and pine forest. Beings who had typically visited the old house strayed away and did not glance at the house. Simply, they wandered away past the pine forest and walked on. Breeze, that claw less paw, had moved over the forest.