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[glorygained.livejournal.com]

[Reciting:] As though I had wings . . .

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[awearytraveler.livejournal.com]

[After Glory has finished reciting the poem, a quiet voice speaks up from behind her.]

That was beautiful.

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

[Glory turns from the window with a placid, pleasant smile, looking for the speaker.] Mary Oliver. I'm very fond of her work.

[awearytraveler.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at the window now, careful to avoid eye contact so she had enough time to wipe her eyes.]

The last lines of the poem had the most emotional impact. [Doesn't everyone, for a smallest of second, want to be beautiful and shining beyond thought and fear?] You have excellent taste in literature, Ma'am Davis.

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [Glory studiously turns her attention back to the starlings and magpies in the leafless trees outside the window. She knows the importance of a moment to regain one's composure.] Although if I'm being honest, it's more that I have a wide-ranging taste in literature, and what tends to stick is that which could be called excellent.

[graceandwit.livejournal.com]

That's a lovely poem, Miss Gloria.

[There is a tray in her hand, with all the usual things -- Isaac will probably not thank her for usurping his role but sometimes it's good to remind yourself where you started out. If nothing else it keeps one humble.]

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

I've always thought so. Thank you, dear. [She glances at the tray and smiles.] You are intending to join me, I hope?

[graceandwit.livejournal.com]

[A polite nod as she sets down the tray and carefully prepares the tea.]

I hope things have been well.

[cardiosurgery.livejournal.com]

[Itchy listens to her poem, watching how the light from the window highlights the features of her face. Breathtaking.

He's just going to take a moment and stare drooling like a middle-schooler who can't figure out how to talk to a girl.]

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

[She finishes the lines and watches the magpies and starlings in the branches outside for another moment before turning to smile at Itchy. She notices the staring, of course; she knows him too well not to. But she doesn't mention it.]

. . . I've already liked that poem.

[cardiosurgery.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely poem--and it suits you, too.

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] That was pretty. Did you write it?

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, my dear. The poet's name is Mary Oliver. It's just one that's stayed with me, that's all.

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

[She bobs her head.] She really knew what she was talkin' about, didn't she. I'd like t'be afraid of nothing.

[awearytraveler.livejournal.com]

[After Glory has finished reciting the poem, a quiet voice speaks up from behind her.]

That was beautiful.

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

[Glory turns from the window with a placid, pleasant smile, looking for the speaker.] Mary Oliver. I'm very fond of her work.

[awearytraveler.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at the window now, careful to avoid eye contact so she had enough time to wipe her eyes.]

The last lines of the poem had the most emotional impact. [Doesn't everyone, for a smallest of second, want to be beautiful and shining beyond thought and fear?] You have excellent taste in literature, Ma'am Davis.

[graceandwit.livejournal.com]

That's a lovely poem, Miss Gloria.

[There is a tray in her hand, with all the usual things -- Isaac will probably not thank her for usurping his role but sometimes it's good to remind yourself where you started out. If nothing else it keeps one humble.]

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

I've always thought so. Thank you, dear. [She glances at the tray and smiles.] You are intending to join me, I hope?

[graceandwit.livejournal.com]

[A polite nod as she sets down the tray and carefully prepares the tea.]

I hope things have been well.

[cardiosurgery.livejournal.com]

[Itchy listens to her poem, watching how the light from the window highlights the features of her face. Breathtaking.

He's just going to take a moment and stare drooling like a middle-schooler who can't figure out how to talk to a girl.]

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

[She finishes the lines and watches the magpies and starlings in the branches outside for another moment before turning to smile at Itchy. She notices the staring, of course; she knows him too well not to. But she doesn't mention it.]

. . . I've already liked that poem.

[cardiosurgery.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely poem--and it suits you, too.

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] That was pretty. Did you write it?

[glorygained.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, my dear. The poet's name is Mary Oliver. It's just one that's stayed with me, that's all.

[allthesamemask.livejournal.com]

[She bobs her head.] She really knew what she was talkin' about, didn't she. I'd like t'be afraid of nothing.