Dear Diary,
I did not sleep well.
It was not due to the sound of the ocean but the strange creaking and sighs this old house makes in the night. It is always thus when I lay down my head in strange surroundings and yet last night I felt it was due to more than unfamiliarity.
We woke this morning to find Sappho gone!
It is a complete mystery and has put a damper on the day. We searched our environs for much of the morning and there was no sight or sound of her. We took the dogs along the beach to the south for some exercise and hoped that upon our return we would find her waiting, mewling upon the threshold of our hilltop house, but it was not to be.
As night enfolds us within its dark shroud she has still not returned. A full moon has risen but can scarcely offer us its light for the threatening clouds that are rolling in from the over the sea.
What has become of poor Sappho?
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