Sipping his tea, Abe no Seimei looked out over the serene garden that graces the front of his living quarters. A far cry from his home in Japan, however, it is not unacceptable. The home is what you make of it and all things being transient, he was neither attached nor unattached. He simply wasMitsumushi fluttered by, her blue butterfly wings a
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ooc: I'll be back after ten, I'm off to TA :)
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