449 - The Beginning of Election Day

Ili and I and Kyriala and Gannara and Farasha watched the washing of the streets from my old balcony, with Tawaen's permission.  He had flown off to south Yeola-e to be with his mother and sibs in the middle of Jitzmitthra.

When the flood whistles died down and the waterfall slowed to its usual elegant little tendril down the cliff-face, I wished everyone a happy new year.

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