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[ishyface]

Firefly nights and sweet tea mornings. Fog stealing up on us and sudden. Dark rooms, dark faces. Fireworks past ten and a bloody moon. Long drives home when the perfect song makes getting lost that much better.

It's all so fucking amazing sometimes.

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[uncommon-crow.livejournal.com]

Good to hear that wonderful things have been happening. I wholeheartedly approve. And now I want details!

Nasturtiums? taste PEPPERY. Sorta like watercress. The poor lad was rather taken back, I'm afraid, but it's understandable. They don't taste the way you'd expect a flower to taste, really. Nevertheless, they're one of my favourite things for salads ad if I can grow them indoors, I will be happy as the proverbial camper.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Oh, details! They're all a little hazy in my mind, I think, but good things are in the mix. Songs and secrets and things of that sort. :D

Ooh, peppery! That does seem an unexpected sort of taste for a flower. (The proverbial camper is very happy indeed.)