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[metousiosis]

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[ For a moment, there is only black. A streetlight-- amber, standard as far as those go-- then it focuses out, and cuts back to black. Moments later, it turns back on, and light pink radiates through, patches of brown morphing like a kaleidoscope, unfocused. The image grows clearer-- sakura blossoms, and a smattering of

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[knaveswitness]

Nice breeze.

[text]

[metousiosis]

It's pleasant, isn't it?

[knaveswitness]

Almost makes an old man want to take a walk.

[text]

[metousiosis]

You would enjoy it. The park is nice this time of the year.

[knaveswitness]

Xanadu, huh?

[text]

[metousiosis]

The trees are quite nice. They love the breeze-- don't you think so?

[knaveswitness]

Do they love the breeze, or do we just think they do because we do?

[text]

[metousiosis]

It doesn't matter either way, does it?

[knaveswitness]

I think it matters quite a lot.

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[metousiosis]

[ Another shot of those sakura branches floating in the breeze-- the rustling of the leaves and blossoms, and another exhalation is the only indication that someone is, actually, present to record it all. ]

[video]

[knaveswitness]

[:}]

[text]

[metousiosis]

It does like the breeze.

[text]

[knaveswitness]

If it says so~

[text]

[metousiosis]

It could tell you more, if you desired...?

[knaveswitness]

I'm listening.

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[metousiosis]

[ The sounds of those rustling boughs are all one can hear for several minutes, the wind varying in strength from a light breeze to a sudden rush of air. ]