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cities rush and distract you while nature wanes and reveals things you would otherwise miss.
one overwhelms your senses, the other restores them – therefore it should not be boring, just different.
it is in nature’s stillness that life becomes visible. satisfied ?
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“ you may call me Calyx. a pleasure, ” approaching her space yet keeping distance by leaning against the kitchen's doorway, he answered. he crossed his arms, composed and serene, while gazing winsomely at her movements.
“ will you share yours with me ? ”
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“very well.” she’s pleased with his answer. she had longed for company during this gloomy day.
book is set aside, pushing herself up. “what is your favourite? i should have some dried roses or chrysanthemum somewhere.”
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dried wheats and flowers where his favourite – to adorn, bathe, or to consume. he could not refuse her offer.
“ if you will have me, I am delighted to oblige. ”
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he wanted to prank the other by mentioning his hellhound approaching behind her,﹙which he did not, poor cerberus﹚ — but alas, he'd like to remain whole rather than swiss cheese.
“ I might have misread your threads. a sunny day awaits you with no troubles. ”
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