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Itinerant Songster
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: The Edge of Faerie
Posts: 7,066
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I assign to the Shire that reawakened awareness of the trees, bushes, and air around as you walk that comes when you let yourself believe that something from Faerie might just peep around the corner, or from within that pine tree, or scuttle (thanks, Lal) between the bushes, and you just know it's not a four-legged critter.
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La Belle Dame sans Merci
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I assign relaxing hours with a good book. I finally understand what my mum tends to mean when she says "I just don't have time to read." and yet... I make time. And it works out especially well when you truly enjoy reading required course-work.
I guess it's more... I assign the feeling that you get when everything just kind of falls into place to allow you to learn, relax, and enjoy yourself all at once. And I assign great teachers. Everybody has had good teachers, who make you learn, and make you work, but has anybody else ever had that one teacher? That one that truly changed your life for the better? Who challenged you, and who helped you, and who you knew was always there for you. The one to make you laugh, and with a single admonishment, carried the power to make you cry, and never once in the world would consider using that power. The teacher that cares more for you betterment than their own personal lives, devoting many hours of their off-work time to their students. The kind of teacher that makes you think... "I wish I could be like them."
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Shadowed Prince
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Thulcandra
Posts: 2,343
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Call me crazy, but French A level belongs firmly in the Shire. So rewarding, so beautiful, so how learning French should be.
And Aldous Huxley's corpse should definitely be somewhere in the Shire. Pala is perhaps more Shirelike than the Shire itself. |
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La Belle Dame sans Merci
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People who, when you encourage them to read a good book, do it, and find it as fascinating as you had hoped they would. They can relax in the Shire with said good book.
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Energetic Essence
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People who say you did fine when you know you messed up belong in the Shire.
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I'm going to buy you a kitty, I'm going to let you fall in love with the kitty, and one cold, winter night, I'm going to steal into your house and punch you in the face! Fenris Wolf
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: May 2003
Location: Umbar, but before the corsairs took over. (Ave Maria University, FL, USA)
Posts: 632
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Ice cream, especially when shared with wonderful people.
Friends who care about your self esteem and are even more hopeful that things will work out well for you than you are. Robot costumes, even ones that people need help getting in and out of. Especially if they involve little whirring fans and flashing lights. In fact, I'll just assign robots in general. Long weekends.
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Gone for lentSeeyou at Easter! (And on Sundays too, maybe.)
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La Belle Dame sans Merci
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needing a little pick-me-up...
I believe whole-heartedly that the color blue should go to the Shire. Not just any blue, but every blue. The blue of the sky on a fall afternoon, when the failing sun saturates the shade with unreplicable brilliance... The blue of the early morning, before the sun rises, and the only real illumination is the stars... when that blue, so nearly black, is visable in the pre-dawn sky, and you can't help but shiver at the cold air of a day not yet come, but you await the sunrise eagerly, because when that blue is in the sky, you know that day shall come again. You know that anything is possible, and that all it takes is a little more patience, and miracles can happen. When that blue is in the sky, you know that a sunrise is near.
The blue of the ocean on a cold and windy day, when the waves are capped with white, and you can't see beneath the surface... that is the blue of fear. You cannot tell what lies in wait beneath the chaotic organization of one wave at a time... and yet you can't help but wonder, and imagine. You place your trust in whichever boat, or plane, or anything, that you are held by, and you hold your breath and you wonder. And when the whales break the surface, and you gasp in awe... that is the blue of amazement. And my favorite color isn't even blue... I prefer green. ![]() |
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