An Empty Alcove






This is an unfinished alcove. A few odds and ends are scattered about in no particular fashion -- except, that in a cleared and polished spot in the center of the room, a scroll lies upon the floor.

You cross over, pick it up, and read . . .




It is as Joan Jett exclaimed from center stage...



I am what I am, and that's all that I am!



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