Still Place Ledger - Diary Log #1,127 – There Were More of Me Once

I found a cup today that I did not carve.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaN0F6UuGsc
It fits my hand, perfectly.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6TDlENUjN
Worn smooth at the rim, familiar, like it had always been here.

But I did not make it.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP1YxPZHN2a
I do not remember who did.

I asked the tavern. It creaked. I asked the fire. It hissed.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcts2BpDBIW
I asked myself, and found no answer.

There were more of me once.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPyjuaP6kCa
Not copies.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQkf4aomDvp
Not brothers.

Possibilities.

I do not know where they went.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHQef6f5Wof
Perhaps they stepped outside.

Perhaps I stayed.

The cup is full now.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMMCRYeUs3
Not with a drink,23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡViYC8VI1Mj
but with a question.

And still, serve.

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