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Master bandfic list, take two!
Looking back on this, I realized just how old this fic is. I have a lot in store for the future, both serious and whimsical, so I'll hopefully be posting some very soon. Waha!
( Fic awaits, my good man! Tally-ho! ) -
a letter from charles
When I was very young,
a "rough-and-tumbler," as you called me
kicking up dust, invigorated with the spark of the eyes
and the strong fists and the fearless bravado of youth,
I couldn't have known.
But then, one day, when I realized I was taller
than I once was, and the dust had settled around me,
and the lion in my heart had taught himself to behave,
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the days of the forest boy
He wanders from forest to forest, most days ( Read more... ) -
It's white. It's snow white.
"Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell. It's white. It's snow white."
So, over the past few days, me, K, and Mama all made s'mores and watched North & South, and it was lovely. The plot, the characters, the cinematography and setting and music-it was beautiful, it was all ( Read more... ) -
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"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep." -
Whimsy, among other things.
My heart dreams at Christmastime.
The sentry of nutcrackers on my mantel comes to life: tiny, laconic, but otherwise faithful Peabody; standoffish but good-hearted Meriwether; Ambrose, tall, young, new to the house and quite unsure of himself, but all good intentions and bright intellect; Old General, from the times of my mother's childhood, Andy ( Read more... ) -
a solemn and wondrous beauty (the end of a drought)
She was a stunning thing. All at once, Tobias was overwhelmed, just looking at this beautiful girl, her almond eyes and her hair that turned curly in the moisture. She was spinning through the rain, her ballerina feet dancing across the mud and gravel, water absolutely drenching her to the bone, running off her face and clothes.
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So many stories in my mind, shy glances and tender hearts, birds and spiders and tiny toy soldiers falling in love with humans. "One day," he says, with the wood of his hands together, click click click, with his broken leg and his soft, soft eyes, "one day, Peabody will be a human too." And wood would turn to flesh, and a small, small soldier ( Read more... ) -
thinking of autumn
"Some say they touch the sky,
Some say they see the wind,
A whisper of Spring is near,
Can you hear it say,
These are Mulberry days?
Some say they'll understand,
Some hold an open hand,
A shimmer of moonlit haze,
Can you hear it say,
These are Mulberry days?
These are Mulberry days."
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