Cellar Door

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I spent the whole day traveling, only to come home and find this. Bravo, Tumblr. Bravo.

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The cool September air is drifting through my window, curling about me with the promise of a winter I won’t see.  Our summer peepers are giving their last serenade and raindrops are falling from the autumn-kissed oak boughs in the soft pitter patter of rainy night lullabies.  Over it all floats the timid treble tones of Oliver’s late night piano improvisation.  He always plays best late on nights like this, when he thinks we’re not listening.  And I can’t help but think that we’re all a little bit like that, that we’re all our best selves in these moments of complete and incandescent solitude.

Oh, Sash.

Mr. Darcy: No, I said “quite well”.
Lizzy: “Quite well” is not “very well”. I’m satisfied.