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the calm inside her was hidden,
the monster wouldn't let it free. until one day, a maiden came and sung the beast a tune. a knight joined her chorus as did a farmer, a mage, a smith. inspired by true events. naturally.
~ ~ ~ in the common room this afternoon, knowledge is thick in the air, ready to be delved into deeper. in the corner by the window stands a girl, her paintbrush fluttering over the canvas with ease. beside her, a friend is contemplating which colour to use next, wanting to find just the right one to complement the ambiance of the sculpture in the centre of the room. here in this soft white room,
as stars begin to peek through inky blackness, they sit on cushioned chairs, nestle under throws, and clasp earthenware. we mugs hold their cocoa or their tea (herbal...berry, from the tea drawer). we are at the centre of their contemplation. they collect memories and musings from their week, connect tidbits of shared meaning to kernels of wisdom. |
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