temenos is here on this sunday, standing as usual silent and sentinel. he's back in his priest clothes, one hand on his staff, and his gaze flicks over the surroundings as proceedings begin before he pulls out his notebook to write something in it, frowning.
writing these early is terrifying actually. sweating. ]
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temenos is here on this sunday, standing as usual silent and sentinel. he's back in his priest clothes, one hand on his staff, and his gaze flicks over the surroundings as proceedings begin before he pulls out his notebook to write something in it, frowning.
writing these early is terrifying actually. sweating. ]