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In the quieter hours (of which there have been far more than not, of late), I have always liked to read poetry. Poetry read aloud can be splendid; grand, romantic, passionate - though reading it in silence to one's own self can have its own charm.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
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anti-otp: Viola/Roxane
At twilight, when the sun's magnificent descent finally allows for the pale moon's presence to be noted, the rose garden on the western side of the building is at its loveliest. Amidst the rambling vines, clambering like social climbers up trellises, and the low-sitting, fragrant bushes there are a number of thin dirt paths, intersecting at various ( Read more... ) -
Harems and princes and the loveliest of ladies
It would seem I have been made a part of one M. Paris' ..... harem ( Read more... ) -
To Cyrano & Christian
Cousin? Do you yet live, and are near? It seems it has been far too long since last we spoke, and I do find I miss your fond jests. Wherever you are, whatever Muse you are pursuing, can you spare a moment away to give to your cousin, to whom you have always been so dear, some small measure of joy ( Read more... ) -
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....I am amazed and know not what to say.
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I have heard a rumour that Christian, my sweet, wonderful, handsome, beloved Christian, will arrive here soon. I haven't been so excited since... well, I can't really remember when!
I only wish Cyrano would stop making those cryptic allusions. I really don't know what he's talking about, sometimes. Oh, well, it little matters now!