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Feb. 3rd, 2013 09:01 pm[Temari's in the library for a good portion of the day and somehow found herself focusing on, of all things, poetry. She's read it all: the silly, the heart-breaking, the absolutely impossible to decipher. She turns to the journal when she finds something she likes - more than just likes, though. Wants to share. Makes more sense than most of the rest of what she's read put together.]
"Not enjoyment, and not sorrow
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today."
That's part of a bigger whole, of course. I've never heard of the author before. He's not from my world, but I think I would have liked him.
[There's a momentary pause before she begins to write again.] I'm surrounded by stacks of books full of bad poetry. I'm open to suggestions here. What's good?
[And, all afternoon and well into the evening, that's where she can be found: right in the library, poking through books. Later in the evening, she'll be at the grocery and, as night falls completely, she'll be near - but not in - community building one.]
"Not enjoyment, and not sorrow
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today."
That's part of a bigger whole, of course. I've never heard of the author before. He's not from my world, but I think I would have liked him.
[There's a momentary pause before she begins to write again.] I'm surrounded by stacks of books full of bad poetry. I'm open to suggestions here. What's good?
[And, all afternoon and well into the evening, that's where she can be found: right in the library, poking through books. Later in the evening, she'll be at the grocery and, as night falls completely, she'll be near - but not in - community building one.]
