I'm drinking cups and cups of pink cashmere tea while the rest of the museum still sleeps. There have been sightings of mangle-morphs and squeal hounds in the neighbourhood putting all of us on edge. It's been a bit disruptive to our dailies leaving dirty dishes in the sink and growling dust bunnies underneath our beds.
Be careful out there,
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There's only 124 days until the opening of The Museum of Wayward Girls. I'm looking at ways to support the event as funds are in short supply since la révolution des choses volées. Let me know if you have any secret sources and keep them between the two of us in case the Office of Nobility shuts us down.
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Drink. Write. Rinse. Repeat. Spend some time in my wickedly, wonderful world of museums, mayhem, and a feverishly unexpected reality.