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[samsera]

*THE SUN IS GOING DOWN/IS DOWN and Sera is sitting wrapped in a blanket on the roof of Joshua Christopher's old shack near the lake, watching the sky and occasionally singing to herself. she has with her four plates of fresh cookies, but if you want any, you'd better say something fast. she eats very quickly.*

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[loveisinthe_air]

That's a pretty song!

[samsera]

O-oh! Thank you...

[loveisinthe_air]

You're welcome. Did you come up with it yourself?

[samsera]

...my mother used to sing it.

[loveisinthe_air]

That's the best kind of song.

[samsera]

Do you think?

[loveisinthe_air]

I do. ♥ They have special meaning compared to other songs.

[samsera]

I guess that's true.

[loveisinthe_air]

And this is a lovely setting for it too. Is this yours? [gestures at the shack]

[samsera]

No... it belonged to a friend who left.

[loveisinthe_air]

Ahh. So now it's just a place to get some peace and quiet.

[samsera]

*nods*

I don't think he'd mind. At least not the singing part.