I'm not that nostalgic for it, Thorn. Or maybe that's a chastisement to relax, but honestly, you're the one who could probably use a rest—you can sit, you know.
[ she starts pulling out some more chairs from against the wall. ]
The table is modest, and wooden—unvarnished. There's a little ring where she probably puts a teacup a lot, a rough-woven placemat that was cut close-to-rectangular from a bolt of cloth.
It was set for exactly one person, although now she's pulled out three more chairs; there's a notebook sitting next to the singular place setting, closed. ]
[ there's a few other scribbled bits and bobs of poetry, mostly couplets, things with question marks, bits crossed out, attempts to describe the color purple in a way she's satisfied with, for some reason. also some flower pressings between the pages.
that's the only finished one, though due to the constraints of my time budget ]
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You were there, asleep on a couch.
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I'm not that nostalgic for it, Thorn. Or maybe that's a chastisement to relax, but honestly, you're the one who could probably use a rest—you can sit, you know.
[ she starts pulling out some more chairs from against the wall. ]
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I saw you there today. You were asleep.
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...Thorn, I know a lot of really wild things happened, but I know where I am. I haven't had that problem for a long time.
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[He's quiet, for a moment]
They said it would be better, for us to wake you all.
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I'm just going to go keep working on dinner, all right? You can explain this to me a little more over a real meal.
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Do you mind if I look around a little more, while you finish up?
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The table is modest, and wooden—unvarnished. There's a little ring where she probably puts a teacup a lot, a rough-woven placemat that was cut close-to-rectangular from a bolt of cloth.
It was set for exactly one person, although now she's pulled out three more chairs; there's a notebook sitting next to the singular place setting, closed. ]
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Mark the course of the sun
across the sky, every morning
cup of tea, just one.
Open the page of my mind
to you, my favorite story.
Tend the garden, tend
toward nostalgia, think of
the turn of the seasons, and how
everything feels like forever
and no time at all. I have
only the clock of the sun
to guide me, and nothing
to be late to, here.
It doesn't matter. No matter
how long, when the distance
between the last time and next
is never, it's all just eternity.
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that's the only finished one, though due to the constraints of my time budget ]
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