Jan 28, 2021
The Plan
The gardener found herself back at Bly again.
She slowly strolled along the nooks of the manor. The place was quiet. Peaceful. And so was she.
Since she has been here for the last time she knew, she will come back. She was planning to do that. Only not so soon. But the diagnosis was clear and cruel. Brain tumor. No cure. About four months left. Maybe six, but unlikely. She couldn’t say that she felt glad about this news, no, that would be mental. But she surely didn’t bother.
„In the end, I lived too many years without you Poppins.”
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