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[tempetedans.livejournal.com]

I feel melancholy for all those who were injured, though Tamaki has moved back into the apartment at last. To protect me, he says. I have been trying to see how we could afford a piano; we simply must have one. I do not like to think of money but here it seems necessary. The inelegance of this place and these people astounds me constantly. I miss the sound of people speaking French, though Tamaki does occasionally; I think he enjoyed the wine I received at Christmas more than I did (nevertheless thankyou for that, anonymous giver, it gives me pleasure to see Tamaki happy.) There is very little wind here, and the sunshine is unrelaxing, and despite all the strange tension in the air, I often find myself without anything to do. Perhaps I should take up needlework again? Perhaps I should find a piano. Computer keys are not so melodious.

Comments

[tempetedans.livejournal.com]

I would like to find somewhere with grass, and flowers, and trees, and have a picnic. Does that sound nice?

[hostbu]

It sounds beautiful. Let's do that today!

[tempetedans.livejournal.com]

I'll pack a basket.