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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 9:38 pm
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 10:27 pm
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 10:53 pm
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The song ended, thus bringing Rosie to the last strides of her dance and stilling her posture as her free arm drifted down gently to her side. a small laugh of enjoyment escaped her breathlessly as she stepped up in to him, as he had not let go, something she didn't mind in the least. Though they were not longer dancing, and a warm paused allowed her to returned to a much more casual posture, just smiled back at him. But there was something in the way he was looking at her, she couldn't seem to stop her heart from beating faster.
Afraid that he might notice, she just smiled bashfully and glanced down, brushing some of the hair out of her face as the ocean tossed it across her warm cheeks. She was enjoying this moment, but when he spoke she lifted her gaze back up to him. "Yes, yes I would love to!"
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 11:18 pm
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 11:56 pm
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Rosie followed him as he lead her toward the stiffer sand, leaning down to watch as he wrote something in it, she did not recognize the words, but listened as he explained the mechanics further. Crouching down next to him with her hands over her knees, leaning over to look at the letters in the sand, then back at him as he sang them. "Alright," with a nod to show she understood Rosie paused to hum the tune that she had just heard from him a couple of times so that she could feel the music, before she attempted to add the lyrics into the verse as well.
It was without a doubt a very new sound to her, "Ohhh, Those are interesting sounds to try and wrap your tongue around." She noticed, trying to speak the words he had written down a couple of times to practice.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 10:11 am
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A nod, "They don't really fit in with the way words sound in English, or in French either. They're these kind of soft, drifting sounds." It was difficult to explain, so he abandoned the effort, allowing her to work through the pronunciation and providing demonstrations when needed. Gradually they moved through the seven verses, each drawn into the damp ground after its predecessor. There was an odd nostalgia in hearing the melody come through another's voice. Though somewhat bittersweet, it was warm and pleasant. An idle curiosity made its way out of his thoughts, "It'd probably be easier if you had it to listen to, huh… I wonder if it's online somewhere." It was an older song, though, and kind of obscure thanks to the lack of distinct lyrics, so he was apprehensive about the prospects.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 5:48 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:22 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:40 pm
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 6:54 pm
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 12:19 am
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 10:50 am
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 11:22 am
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