I am standing in front of my store at the Sea of Mer sim at the Fantasy Faire. I had just finished running the entire loop through eight sims. In a sense, that run was a practice run for the actual relay in July.
But practice wasn't the reason I ran tonight. Nor the reason I came here again tonight.
We don't have to clean up our stores since Linden Lab would just delete everything anyway when they clean the servers. That's not what I came here for either. I came here because I feel this unexplainable deep sadness about all this going away.
I've always been a sentimental sap. I own parcels and builds of friends who are no longer in SL. I've preserved my first 512 sqm with the same objects that I created in my first week in SL.
But these sims have only been here for barely two weeks. How could I have gotten attached so quickly?
A recollection of Opal Lei's life in Second Life® (www.secondlife.com).
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