There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in the end, she still died.
Arwen, Mat and Rose. I don't believe I ever
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It's fine. You're welcome. Wish I wouldn't have sunk so much.
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[ooc: YEY! I have THINGS for you to read~]
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[ooc: Sweet!]
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How are you doing?
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Um, I've been keeping busy with things.
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And how have you been aside from quiet?
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Just gotta move on. Forward, yeah.
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Talked with John recently?
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