November 15, 1931

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I see something outside the window, near the road, same place Edgar went. Why am I concerned? Well it oddly looks like him, same legs, same head, but something is off. It is too frail to be Edgar, I cannot make out a face. I just know something is off.
It is too frail, is it Edgar? It is just perching on the road, the hell is it doing I cannot really tell. I should look , but some gut feeling tells me not to.

Yeah I am not. It is too late, midnight to be exact. Probably seeing things, maybe it is actually a tree or a shrub. I am going to bed. I will find out what it is in the day.

I only have a sketch, it is not much, but it sort of helps cope that hopefully it is a shrub

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I only have a sketch, it is not much, but it sort of helps cope that hopefully it is a shrub.

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