*nabs it from nekare*

[rosemaryandrue]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about

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[bethia_cathrain]

I remember the time I asked you to proof-read a draft of my dissertation. After waiting in some trepidation for the response, I was puzzled to receive a carefully-worded query enquiring whether or not I was aware that, upon the reader's eye beginning to travel down the text, each line of type turned into a curlicue of dark-green ivy and sprouted leaves which then attached themselves to the nearest available surface, and took root. Your office, you informed me, had now become a bower of densely-woven foliage with branches lining the walls, the bookshelves and the legs of your desk. The surface of the desk itself was obscured, as was the window, through which only a dimly-green gleam of suggested sunlight was now visible. (Such was the extent of this phenomenon, in fact, there was no longer space to occupy your office at all - you had fled only moments before the wildly-reaching leafy hands entwined themselves about your own limbs and hair as well