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[mute_clay]

Yes, I can write.

Is that a surprise?

Oh yes, of course. I am a mute. So words must be a closed book (Ha.) to me, is that it?

Normally, I have little use for words. Living in the forest, going about my business. And Callie – Cal always knew what I was saying anyway. My mother always said Cal was a witch. She may have been. She was the woman I loved and that should have been enough. Only it wasn’t. And then the religious nut showed up and everything went to Hell.

We left with the circus. For all I know Callie might still be with them. I still love her, you know. Only, I don’t think that you can hold on when somebody is ready to move on. Not if you want to keep the love that was, is, whatever.

But here I am rambling on about things that you all don’t care about.

My name is Clay. I am a carpenter.
Well, lately, I’ve been making coffins mainly. And fixing the house. Before it burned that is.

Let me know if you’ve got anything that needs fixing. I’m good at fixing things. And I miss using my hands.

~ Clay

Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon
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[seanbean-tm.livejournal.com]

Good at fixing things? Sounds like a useful talent. I've had some things break around my house lately. Been doing a small renovation project of sorts. We're about halfway done, need to rip out the wainscotting and replace it, get the carpet laid down again, finish repainting. You ever find yourself with some spare time, feel free to drop by.