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[One of these days he’ll learn not to lose track of his journal. As it is, the silly magic thing has wiggled its way out of its binding and flopped open beside a meditative Charlie. And for awhile there isn’t a sound from him. Seeing how today is today though, that silence doesn’t last very long]
[Unlike so many others though, he starts slow, and… soft: ] Round…
[A pause, long enough that you might think he’s done there, before he continues]
Like a circle in a spiral,
Like a wheel within a wheel…
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
[And another pause. This is starting to bother him. What’s going on…]
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
[His voice begins to build] Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
[Before resolving just as suddenly as it rose] Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind…
[Ghnn, cracks an eye open to glare down at his journal. Is he done now?]
((ooc B-b-b-backdated ahhh...))
[Unlike so many others though, he starts slow, and… soft: ] Round…
[A pause, long enough that you might think he’s done there, before he continues]
Like a circle in a spiral,
Like a wheel within a wheel…
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
[And another pause. This is starting to bother him. What’s going on…]
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
[His voice begins to build] Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
[Before resolving just as suddenly as it rose] Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind…
[Ghnn, cracks an eye open to glare down at his journal. Is he done now?]
((ooc B-b-b-backdated ahhh...))