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fandomhigh2011-04-13 05:27 am
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Library, Wednesday [4/13]
One more class for the week, and then finals, and another school year done; in between that and how eventful every trip home had been Gabrielle was struck by the need to write about time and the passage thereof. Or attempt to, at the very least.
"Like sand through -- no, that's not right," she might be heard to mutter, half-muffled through the quill she was chewing on. "As fleeting as -- no, no, no . . ."
Time might pass very quickly for her while she tried to find the right words. Or, it was entirely possible, that process might make the day pass very slowly indeed.
Only time would tell. Ahem.
"Like sand through -- no, that's not right," she might be heard to mutter, half-muffled through the quill she was chewing on. "As fleeting as -- no, no, no . . ."
Time might pass very quickly for her while she tried to find the right words. Or, it was entirely possible, that process might make the day pass very slowly indeed.
Only time would tell. Ahem.