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A re-introduction.
#16
(07-20-2013, 04:45 AM)Nostra Wrote: It always amazes me how many old people are still around or in returning loops.

Move over Moose, this thread is dedicated to a new person!

What've you been up to, Nostra? I was scared you were gone for good around here!




Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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#17
I'm never truly gone. Just out of sight. Watching. Waiting.


I've been travelling, actually. First asia and now I'm in Paris. Just about to go see the beach they made along the river, the French are a bit weird.
All makt åt Tengil, vår befriare!

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#18
The 'Paris-Plage'? That doesn't look very appealing at all if you can't actually swim in it! Though I'm spoiled, living a 10 minute drive from pretty Australian beaches.

We never did get to RP when I was around before my ban (probably for the best, I was pretty stinky). Should do that in the future, when you're done having fun and going around the world!




Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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#19
Hehe, the option to go have a coffee in the latin quarter or browse books at Shakespeare and Company is near unbeatable though. ; P

I'm getting into one of those moods when I really want to RP, if it sustains I'm definitely joining once I get back to Swedland.
All makt åt Tengil, vår befriare!

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#20
Suddenly I'm feeling better about being "CoTH old."
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#21
Welcome back, Maulbane!


(07-20-2013, 04:45 AM)Nostra Wrote: It always amazes me how many old people are still around or in returning loops.

I'M STILL HERE.

Better late than never.
"I am more afraid of one hundred sheep led by a lion than one hundred lions led by a sheep."
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