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[daintyrosebud]

Oh, now, this is more like it! I do hate this place my typist lives, it has been absolutely rainy and dreary all week long, but today it has finally begun acting like proper summer weather. So do tell me! What do all of you here like to do in the summertime? I have always thought taking a day at the shore in the summer would be absolutely lovely,

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[thanitohercules]

Ah, the summertime, when nature's tempest hath passed, when her winters melt...

*distant look* I should like to take my beloved and leave this place--not for-ever, but for a time-- and go to some country place, where we might lay ourselves upon the grass, tangled in eachother's arms, and watch the sky-- to say 'ay, I see a bird!' or 'nay, tis but a horse and carriage' and all the more have seen nothing but a cloud. In this place, which smelt of honeysuckle, sweet upon the breeze, we'd laugh, and talk in quiet tones, and ev'ry once or twice pause and feed eachother berries, for these would be wild, and tart, and pleasing to the palette. We would picnic later, dig our bare toes deep within the grass, and fight, seranaded by the crickets, for the patch of shade beneath the tallest tree. And before the fall of night, cool night, and the lonely call of owls heralding the orb's bright chariot away, I would smile, lay my purple-stain'd fingers upon that cheek, and-- and know nought but happiess.

That, my dear lady, should be my midsummer's dream.

[permanent_blur]

i'd like that, too, i think. i mean, not with your beloved. but. um. *terriblyshiftylook* someone.

... *likes summer*

[thanitohercules]

*cute look* Dost thou have a beloved, my good man?

[permanent_blur]

*lost (but cute) look* ... do i?

[truant_horatio]

*firmly ignores his madly giggling typist*

'Tis a beautiful dream, my Lord.