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Listening to the Quartet from the Sarah musical, and feeling wistful and like reaching out of my skin.
It makes me so sad sometimes that I have all these wonderful people inside of me, and no one will ever know them like I do. I have so many stories that I've never written down, that I probably never will write down; there are just too many of them. But I love them all, my people, my characters. They're real, defined and flawed and human, every one of them, and I love them. I wish...I don't know. I wish I could show them to other people, the way I see them, all of them. It makes me sad that I'll never be able to bring them all to life on tangible paper the way they are in my head.
There's Ryder Betancourt, my beloved Ryder, and her EmLynn, Alaine and Rabb and Rolan and Eland, dear Kin and Maire and Olem and Rachel and the others, Ivy and Andrew and Kenna and Miranda and Elderee and Lydia, and Maggie and Em and Dith, and poor tragic Savvi and M'lenn and Sess and Thea, and...the list goes on and on. There are so many of them.
They deserve better.
It makes me so sad sometimes that I have all these wonderful people inside of me, and no one will ever know them like I do. I have so many stories that I've never written down, that I probably never will write down; there are just too many of them. But I love them all, my people, my characters. They're real, defined and flawed and human, every one of them, and I love them. I wish...I don't know. I wish I could show them to other people, the way I see them, all of them. It makes me sad that I'll never be able to bring them all to life on tangible paper the way they are in my head.
There's Ryder Betancourt, my beloved Ryder, and her EmLynn, Alaine and Rabb and Rolan and Eland, dear Kin and Maire and Olem and Rachel and the others, Ivy and Andrew and Kenna and Miranda and Elderee and Lydia, and Maggie and Em and Dith, and poor tragic Savvi and M'lenn and Sess and Thea, and...the list goes on and on. There are so many of them.
They deserve better.
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So much that we miss
So much that we lack
So much looking back when we should look ahead...
Nell's a feckin' brilliant lyricist. Simple and straightforward and... ohhh, I'm on the verge of tears just thinking of it.
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