This place is like a ghost house or soemthing. Everyone seems to have moved on. And I'm just as guilty as the rest of you.
Ghost outgrew us, I guess. Moved on to bigger and better things, leaving the rest of use here to manage on our own just as she will at the end of this year.
Mad moved away. And I guess as with everything else, the phone calls grew in freguent, and the letters stopped, and we aren't the almost twins we used to be.
Jessie, you are still here, but not with the guild. Hopefully, you too will return if we get back on our feet.
Queen of the Violins and Gooddog_665 disappeared with Mad. I suppose some friendships need a bridge.
And here I stay alone, as always. Al. Here now and perhaps forever. What can I do? What can I say? If ever there is a time when this group of very special individuals can be together again, and the size and activity of the Line is increased again, then I will be here still, leading this place.
Ghost outgrew us, I guess. Moved on to bigger and better things, leaving the rest of use here to manage on our own just as she will at the end of this year.
Mad moved away. And I guess as with everything else, the phone calls grew in freguent, and the letters stopped, and we aren't the almost twins we used to be.
Jessie, you are still here, but not with the guild. Hopefully, you too will return if we get back on our feet.
Queen of the Violins and Gooddog_665 disappeared with Mad. I suppose some friendships need a bridge.
And here I stay alone, as always. Al. Here now and perhaps forever. What can I do? What can I say? If ever there is a time when this group of very special individuals can be together again, and the size and activity of the Line is increased again, then I will be here still, leading this place.
