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fandomhigh2010-07-29 12:48 pm
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Library, Thursday
"We are the hollow men/We are the stuffed men/Leaning together/Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!" The book Anemone was toting around was large and dusty as she did a pirouette with it. "Our dried voices, when/We whisper together/Are quiet and meaningless/As wind in dry grass."
She'd fed Special Collections cupcakes again, and a book had fallen off a shelf at her. Anemone figured it was bored and wanted to be read.
"Or rats' feet over broken glass/In our dry cellar."
[OOC: OCD got distracted by cupcakes and I did not spend all morning thinking it was Wednesday. Hush.]
She'd fed Special Collections cupcakes again, and a book had fallen off a shelf at her. Anemone figured it was bored and wanted to be read.
"Or rats' feet over broken glass/In our dry cellar."
[OOC: OCD got distracted by cupcakes and I did not spend all morning thinking it was Wednesday. Hush.]