the fair penelope e. fawcett
30 May 1991 @ 12:55 am
 

( 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 your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands )

 
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the fair penelope e. fawcett
29 March 1983 @ 06:05 pm
tri  
You know, I rather like having a kneazle. I think he feels the same way.
 
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the fair penelope e. fawcett
30 August 1982 @ 08:20 pm
dau  
( CHARLES )

Ooh goodn My niece attempted to plait my hair today. I think the effect is almost dashing.

As much as I've tried to fight it, I think I'm slowly catching Quidditch fever. Never thought I'd say that before. Go Kes---Ma--- United! Go-go team!
 
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the fair penelope e. fawcett
20 June 1982 @ 11:46 pm
un  
( BESS )

The looks I get from people when they find out I have a United Chaser for a brother and can't stay seated on a broom myself are both pitying and disbelieving. What do I say? All the sports genes passed to the first child and didn't bother to trickle down!

Somehow I feel this doesn't excuse my inability to throw wadded up parchment in the wastebasket sans the use of my wand. I must need lessons.
 
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