20th of March, 1129, Wednesday
Good morning, Diary!
It worked. It worked a treat.
I should have done it a long time ago. But writing it all down, and getting it all out, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my wings. I might one day even be able to fly freely again!
Last night, after I closed your cover, I must have went home in a daze.
Rainbow is still out; I guess she left early this morning again. But she left the object on my bedroom table this time.
I guess she must have come in late last night, and had wanted me to take care of it. But I was out at the pond, as you know, and she probably left it on my nightstand.
I got a good look at it for the fir
Went home? Her Diary isn't at her home or she doesn't write at her home but at the pond? Water.
Suspicious.
Oh boy it cut off in the end. Alert, alert!