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April 4 - Ferry Home

It rained going and coming on the train trip to Georgia, so no pics from this trip. The train from Boston goes to Penn Station in NYC, and after a two-hour lay-over I take the “Crescent” to Georgia. [Its final destination is actually New Orleans]. I have tried to develop an affection for Penn Station, but in the end it has only inspired me to read Dante’s Inferno because Penn Station surely must represent some kind of purgatory: neither here nor there, dark and depressing, and with constant activity that appears to accomplish nothing. In general, I adore New York, but Penn Station seems to be in a different country.

After a night in Cambridge - the train arrival times do not connect with the (last) ferry departure - I took the mid-afternoon ferry home on Saturday. After a very gloomy train trip, the blue skies, white clouds, and sunlight looked particularly fresh and beautiful. Besides, there probably are not enough ferry photos on this blog (just kidding ...).

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Journey to the Past || Closed RP

Regina had searched her entire house and vault for her mother's spell book. She knew there had to be something in it that would help her figure out how to defeat Zelena. The only way she could find to get back to the Enchanted Forest to find it was Jefferson's hat, which was still in her possession. She spun the hat and the portal opened, allowing her to jump in.

Upon exiting the hat, she arrived on soft grass, greeted by a blue sky on a warm spring day. She breathed in the air and immediately was struck with memories of the past - memories of her childhood. She looked around, and sure enough, there was her childhood home. Regina shook her head. She had to be hallucinating. It wasn't possible. That house hadn't been inhabited since she moved to the castle. But when she opened brown eyes, it was still there, smoke coming out of the chimney. And when she looked toward the stables, tears caught in her throat.

Daniel.

He was there. Alive. He was bringing a horse back in after a ride. The Queen wanted nothing more than to run to him. To see him again. But she couldn't. She knew that if he saw her—Daniel hated magic. He hated when Cora would use it. He hated how it made Regina feel... How appropriate that it would be what killed him in the end.

Swallowing thickly, Regina looked around to be sure no one was around before moving quickly to the stables and sneaking around the back where he wouldn't be able to see her. It was difficult; she wanted to see him so badly. But she forced herself to keep moving.

Regina realized that Cora would probably be home, so she conjured up a mirror to peer into the house. After looking at the house, Regina disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke and arrived in her childhood bedroom. She looked around and there she found it: the dress she'd been wearing when the King proposed. A hand flew to her mouth and she choked back a sob.

This was the day Daniel died.

#gloriouscurse #//i figure baby regina can walk in #journey;

" You really shouldn't go wandering off alone like that, elf. Would be a shame if we set off without you. "

Gimli was only half joking. He had found himself getting along better with Legolas than he had ever expected to at the beginning of their journey, especially now in their time in Lothlórien, and he couldn't help but wonder just what Legolas was off doing when he disappeared from the group.

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" I know elves don't need as much sleep, lad, but it might be wise to get some rest. Long day ahead of us, tomorrow. "

Of course, Gimli could understand being restless before an upcoming battle, especially one that they had little to no hope of winning, much less living through. But it was never wise to do battle with a drowsy mind.

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