ed note: this scene takes place just prior to Rog and Yul arriving at the cabin. How much snoot was imbibed is unknown.
Von read from his journal: When the flower opens its petals toward the sun, no words are exchanged, but everything is understood.
Yul noticed Rog grinning. Don't say it. Don't even think it.
Whaaaa--? said Rog, finger twisted, an awkward grimace replacing his quaidesque smile.
Von, said Yul, please continue.
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Ahh, how clear they appear, voice, stance, expression. Livin' and lovin' the story, simply must gush once more of how wonderful it is to have them, it, back on the front page, numbers rising so steadily. Quaidesque grins, snoot and journal entries, friends and lovers and the deepest of connections.
Utter bliss. Sigh.
Von makes me happy, plain and simple, just his presense. Rog does too.
Of the essense of your story, pure and clear and present from the beginning, never faltering, never fading, could be written at great length, likewise the characters known before they were known, the unfolding of the story seamless despite timeframes or characters or events, even style, method, it is an awe-inspiring thought though it be one that occurs often. It is more than I can hope to explain at this late hour, or any hour for that matter, :-), more than the heart, heart of the story, it is the aura, more.....:-) will of course try and try and try again to capture (impossible) why the story is special, why it is so loved, why, for it is my favourite past time.
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