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Post by Imrel on Feb 2, 2002 0:29:09 GMT -5
i sit beside the fire and think
of how the world would be
when winter comes without a spring
that i shall ever see.
for still there are so many things
that i have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
i sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that i shall never know.
but all the while i sit and think
of times there were before,
i listen for returning feet...
*mutters the last line under her breath.*
and voices at the door.
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Post by Imrel on Feb 2, 2002 1:00:59 GMT -5
*rumages in her pack and pulls out a notebook. flips to the back, and gazes at an old sketch. pulls her blanket over her and closes her eyes, letting the book lie open beside her, a hand over it.*
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Feb 2, 2002 19:53:37 GMT -5
*whisper* good song, goodnight.
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Post by Gwen Atanono on Feb 3, 2002 3:47:37 GMT -5
Quietly slips into one of the rooms and hopes that is empty...and it is...so she puts her things down and lays back in her bed...
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 5, 2002 19:21:22 GMT -5
*Climbs up the stairs. Nods hello to the new ranger.* Hi, I'm Rhiannon. *Walks to her bed, smiles* Good night, everybody......
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Post by Gwen Atanono on Feb 7, 2002 0:01:34 GMT -5
Whispers 'HI' to Rhiannon,but sees that she is already asleep...
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Feb 7, 2002 0:04:56 GMT -5
goodnight Rhia *smiles and falls asleep*
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Post by Imrel on Feb 7, 2002 0:13:23 GMT -5
*a ranger makes her way up the corridor looking much less composed than usual with her pack sliding off her shoulder rubbing the sleep from her eyes. walks into her room on the left, drops her bag on the floor and tumbles onto her bed beneath the covers. dawdles in the half-awake-half-asleep state before finally falling into deep slumber.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 7, 2002 8:57:16 GMT -5
*Wakes early in the morning. Splashes some of the cold water in a bucket into her face. Puts on her clothes and tiptoes down the corridor to the stairs. Goes into the kitchen and starts to make some tea.*
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Post by Imrel on Feb 7, 2002 17:55:40 GMT -5
*having roused herself from sleep late morning, has been sitting on her bed reading her old and nameless book.*
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Post by Imrel on Feb 7, 2002 18:25:34 GMT -5
*snaps her book shut and tucks it into her bag. jumps up and bounds from the room, swinging her bag over her shoulder.*
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Feb 7, 2002 21:21:36 GMT -5
*wakes ^, dress' magically, walks down stairs hoping to wake up before he reached the stairs*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 11, 2002 15:12:25 GMT -5
*Comes back from the kitchen, carrying some steaming mugs. puts them down next to the fireplace.* Good morning, Jack...  ...tea, anyone? |
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Post by Jack the Ranger on Feb 11, 2002 17:41:01 GMT -5
*appeared the night before* hello Rhia. i would love some tea *sits up*
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Post by Gwen Atanono on Feb 11, 2002 23:44:25 GMT -5
Wakes up and realizes that she has been sleeping for a long time so she gets up and heads for the bath...
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