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we will call this place our home,
the dirt in which our roots may grow.
though the storms will push and pull,
we will call this place our home.
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
every year, measure how tall.
and just like a work of art,
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[ NORTH, sleeping at last ]
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"Hello. You've reached Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Please alert me as to your reason for needing to speak with me, and should it warrant a reply, I will do so as soon as time allows."
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Date: 2017-12-17 04:35 am (UTC)

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[HE'S YELLING no wait, he's not. Odd. Claire decides to just let that be.]

My husband returned to stasis not long after we moved to new place. It's not one I care to keep on my own. I had a brief return to the pods myself. I think Sansa and I would both benefit from living together.
Date: 2017-12-19 01:45 am (UTC)

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I'm sorry to hear about both her and Robb. There's really no telling with stasis.
Date: 2017-12-28 04:09 am (UTC)

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No. I felt normal as ever before I went, and my husband didn't mention anything before he went back, either.
Date: 2017-12-28 04:22 am (UTC)

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The price to pay to not be annihilated, I suppose.

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