Ughh. I fought with this for three hours and I still hate it. It's something frivolous and vaguely folksy about Villi Selannor from Shadowplay - maybe it's the local drunks' gossip about her. The first eight lines took ten minutes, the last sestet all the rest of the time. Killed four notebook pages scratching shit out. At least I took a tree down with me, I guess. This is why I still write longhand a lot of the time. Least when I have nothing to say I don't have to sit there mourning my digital nothing.

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