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life; death; truth
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.~Christina Rossetti
Cleaning my desktop. Finding most curious things in the dozens of the text files I've created over the years. For example, the poem up there. There was also this lone sentence - "CLAMP's most normal romantic 'pairing' is a threesome" - that I can no longer figure out. Eagle/Hikaru/Lantis? That's the only one that comes to mind, but it wasn't that normal. And I need to reread the second trilogy to confirm whether or not that threesome is even valid.
Other interesting stuff includes snippets from things I doubt I'm ever going to fully write. Like this RG Veda piece:
For the last hundred and twelve years the times she has seen her husband have been limited to a handful of festivals. Never the one held to honour her....My inner writer (whom I thought long dead) is a regular angsting teenager. How embarrassing.
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[--] Such bitter unpleasantness. He concentrates on other things instead, helping a murderer destroy their people, and ignores the small beast feasting on the remains of his humanity slowly grow greater and stronger.
She is one of the two he respects still. So he never touches her.