it still feels very odd with the finery
of life. some take to it as a fish in
fresh water but i am more like one in
salt.... slowly dying
because my rank is one of barrister
i do not fit in among my own. they
know of treachery and i will not be
accepted for i am more a spy than
a guest - where i exist is between
the surf - never fully accepted
but always allowed a visit
