November 11, this year
Terciera Island, Azores, Portugal
3:05pm AZOT
(Loche Newirth’s pocket diary)
Nov 11- 3:05pm
—I must find Basil. I must stop what I have begun.
—My son / my beautiful son is in danger. It is all my doing. He is with me, but he has changed…
—I can still see him, but IT is there, too.
—I cannot breathe.