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[mothwing]

Yet still the solitary humble-bee
Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure;
No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,
No waste so vacant, but may well employ
Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart
Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes
'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good,
That we may lift the soul, and contemplate
With lively joy the joys we cannot share.

- from "This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison" by STC.

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[mothwing.livejournal.com]

:D :D

(I've been itchy to, but anything I sit down an type ends up to sound so feeble I give up. I'll try again in the holidays when I have more time and room in my head for anything but school.)

[cranky--crocus.livejournal.com]

I'm working on two stories at the moment and keep having that feeling as well; every time I'm tempted to scrap everything but one of them is a few thousand words long and the other I'm not sure I could do better. Very disheartening. Now that I'll be in school-brain as well, I'm hoping the holidays will be a writing time for me too!

(Although honestly I really wanted to write TWW smut! Bad Kiwibird.)