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[had_not_lived]

It's a beautiful day, City. Make the most of it.

I need your advice. I'm looking for something to read, something that isn't poetry. Knowing I can't just makes me want to read more! Anything, really. Novels or essays or, I don't even know, so long as you like it.

Call it a change in perspective.

There are a hundred thousand lines that'd suit today and I can't remember one. Still. It's a small price to pay.

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Did something remarkable happen when I wasn't looking?

[Because, of course, no one can just decide to be happy. Psh.]

[had_not_lived]

If it had, would you take what I said more seriously?

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

It's not out of the realm of possibility.

[had_not_lived]

Then something remarkable happening while you weren't looking is also within the realm of possibility.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Really?

[had_not_lived]

Entirely.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[had_not_lived]

Someone gave me my life.

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Literally?

[had_not_lived]

In a box. I suppose it might be truer to say a life.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

You and Todd both...? Half a life each?

[had_not_lived]

I broke the deal we'd made with the Deities, so he has his own back. And then I got mine.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Congratulations. To both of you.

I am off to beeeedddddddd <3 gnight bb

[had_not_lived]

Thank you. Are you-

Sleep well! <33

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

What did you trade? For your life?

[had_not_lived]

I only traded to break the deal. Poetry, for a time.

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Poetry.

Good. That's good. For both of you.

[had_not_lived]

It's... miraculous.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

It's a shame you can't write a poem about it.

[had_not_lived]

Yeah. Well Wordsworth said... He said...

It wasn't even in a poem, it was an essay, wasn't it...

Whatever he said it must have been relevant.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Wordsworth is never irrelevant.

How long do you have to go without poetry?

[had_not_lived]

Two weeks. It's not bad-- not at all, it's just that they needed something but breaking a deal must be easier than making it-- but it's... strange. I know that I know these things but I just can't think of them. Books look blank, and if people say things I just don't hear it.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

It's a small price to pay.

What do you see when I type this?

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

[had_not_lived]

Nothing under What do you see when I type this? except space. Or-- I don't know, it's like looking at a page of typing from the page before-- if I can squint I can see there's something there, maybe letters, but not read it.

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Interesting. No matter; it was irrelevant.