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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
ooh, this looks great ! with any luck you'll be writing faster than i can read (i've not finished the mr oddities yet.  although i have started it, and i love it so far !). |
LOL
I couldn't sleep last night and this idea has sort of been there in my head for a long time. It's in honour of my grandfather, a kind of thankyou as much as anything else that I'm not sure I ever made while he was alive (although I hope I did). With him passing on recently the story just kept asking to be written.
So I started writing. Got about 10,000 words done before I fell asleep
Oh, and the title is taken from two sources; this wonderful stanza from an e.e. cummings poem
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
and a work of Shakespeare that, when my Uncle died and I was with my Grandfather on the long night's afterward, he used to recite:
BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.