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By Emmanuel Williams

September 11, 2026

Some time has it been, since a roll in the hay I have had. But now, much to desire there is…

Vast, the swamps of Dagobah are. Loneliness can warp the force, and a wife, I have not. The path before me, I have not seen. 

Until, Jordan was her name, amidst the fog… My undoing, I thought…

A pale, bespectacled woman, I see. Alone amid the fog, in the bog, and there this log…

Closer, I come. Hmm hmm hmm, yes. Closer, I come.

Turn to me, she does. Lost and happy to see Yoda, she is.

Yoda does not jump for her. Yoda waves, Yoda nods, you see.

Confused, she is.

“You and I,” I said. The nearest log, I show her. Toward me, she comes.

“You have payment?” she asks.

“Hmm hm hm hmm hmmm,” I say. “A price cannot be known, my dear.”

“Sit, handsome,” she says. I sit along the log, a part in my robe, wider it grows…

The dark side, this is.

“The green man has a green one,” she says. She marvels, I think. 

A moment on a log, a lifetime on my mind. The more important, I cannot choose.

Kneel, she does. Approaches, she does. Scoots, even.

In her face, it is. Warm, her throat, it is…

Back, forth, she moves, I rest. Relaxed, I am.

Growing, too! Hmm Hmm Hm.

Skilled, she is. Probably Sith.

So long, it had been. Long, had I waited, long do I feel… lost… in her mouth, that is…

“It’s killed me!” Suddenly spoken, she has!

She stole the force from me. The force is within her. Her throat, I wonder? Or deeper, hmmmm?

“Give it back,” I said. Poor choice of words.

A kiss, she gave a Jedi Master. I could not stay.

Hear nothing of this, the council will!

Only this diary, hmm hmm hmmmm!

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