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October 1st
Nov. 16th, 2005 01:00 pmIt's a lovely autumn day, all reds and golds and deep blue sky, and the King leans against the outside wall of the castle, looking up at the clouds and whistling
"Lavender's blue,
Rosemary's green,
When I am King,
You shall be Queen."
while playing absent-mindedly with a bit of string he'd found in a pocket. Off in the distance, two of the gardeners converse with heads close together, looking over every so often and shaking their heads portentously. They merely get grinned at, cheerfully, before the King goes back to whistling, and playing with the string.
It really is a lovely day.
"Lavender's blue,
Rosemary's green,
When I am King,
You shall be Queen."
while playing absent-mindedly with a bit of string he'd found in a pocket. Off in the distance, two of the gardeners converse with heads close together, looking over every so often and shaking their heads portentously. They merely get grinned at, cheerfully, before the King goes back to whistling, and playing with the string.
It really is a lovely day.
