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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.

...but hearing the words trip lightly from beloved lips -- that is the finest of all.

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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 points. Due to the height of most of those frequent trellises, from any given path one cannot see over to another, making the rose garden rather maze-like - and, with the heady scent to intoxicate the nose and the moon's fragile glow to delight the eyes, it's no doubt the most romantic place to wander after dark.

Even if one is alone, it's a poetic enough place, and well-suited to maidens with romantic woes or dreams of one sort or another - no doubt accounting for Roxane's presence on one meandering path.

Typist: If you'd still like to do it, here's a set up...
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C'est possible.Collapse )

It seems to me that I have been too often alone, of late. I have not ventured into the - "mansion", in quite some time; nor have I seen or spoken to my Christian in even longer.

As I am here and now, I feel I would even welcome the company of Count de Guiche, or the odious Valvert, if only to break the oppressive silence.
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shaken
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It would seem I have been made a part of one M. Paris' ..... harem.

He seems quite a fine gentleman, however, and I'm sure it will all be ... very ....

...well, as decorous as a harem can be.

I have not sold myself - I didn't receive any payment. Other than, perhaps, the smile and warmth of that fair lady, with such brightly shining eyes and such perfect hair... I have never seen, never, a face so lovely, a figure so perfectly formed. For her beautiful eyes, I- why, I feel I would do anything.

Even give myself to this prince.

I am sorry, my Christian...

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excited excited
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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?

...And Christian! My beloved, my silver-tongued love... Of you, I have seen nearly as little, and long for twice as much. My love, your words are very dear to me, and so wisely, cunningly formed; I would I woke one morning to find, brought with the tea, a letter in your hand, addressed and signed and kissed, waiting only to be read to make it perfect, love in lettered lines...

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Deep and highly analytical, did you say...?Collapse )

How ...

...

.....Curious.
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calm calm
Current Music:
Make Our Garden Grow
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....I am amazed and know not what to say.

*done ripping off Shakespeare now*

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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!

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excited excited
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