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// Entry #13 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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Once again I find myself deprived of sleep. But no thoughts race through my mind as they did previously, nor do I fear for my safety as I did in the Earth pony village. No, it is pure nervous energy that keeps me awake this night. I am unsure of how to compose my self for a meeting with the king. What do I say? What do I wear? Should I prepare a speech with which to announce myself? Should I coordinate my outfit to match my speech? How would one even go about such a thing? Mother would know what to do. . .I just reminded myself that I never got to say goodbye to her. She must be worried sick about me. . . . Listen to me prattle on like a hyper-active yearling. I can't allow my emotions to get a hold of me like this. And my mother never was one to worry. Still, I think I'll write her a letter soon.

Addendum: Retrospection upon recent entries into my journal has brought to my attention that I have been referring to the mud-dwellers by their self-appointed name of Earth pony. A subconscious error on my part, likely from spending all the time I did around them. So for the future, should anypony but myself come to read this journal (and I do not know how such a thing would occur) let it be assumed that anytime I make the mistake of saying 'Earth pony', I meant to say mud-dweller.