Squirrelled away within the folds, nooks and crannies of her favourite haunt, she waits.
Surrounded by immortal friends and infused with her favourite brew, she ponders.
She is so far, but feels thus near to one that longs to know. With every day a bridge is built, guiding her ascent to now.

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