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[adumbrated]

how is it spring already? did you already celebrate its coming lol?

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[ x. ]

oh gosh! what an honor! but no, i'm just me! a simple phil who hangs out in the trees with her family.

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don't you see magic everywhere? hear music in the breeze? i find this kind of fun in nature.

[demimondaines]

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what do you see?

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[ the beach isn't her normal haunt. philippa has always been someone who stayed amongst the trees, either in her family's cottage or running through the forest with all her friends. but there was something about today that has her biking out to the coast and staring out to the horizon.

she hadn't brought a suit – not that swimming in the nude was ever off-limits but in her time on this earth, she's found humans are very particular about where and when they are stripped down to her skin. no one is around, anyway, but most people are on their lunch breaks at this hour.

her gloves go into the pockets of her knee-length green sundress and she at least takes her sandals off, sticking them in the basket of her bike. with the bike locked safely on the dock, she sprints straight towards the water, laughing as she kicks the water up. the sun is high in the sky and she doesn't think she could be any happier. maybe she can bring a shell and some sea glass back home to make a pretty necklace for her niece.

work has been overwhelming. there isn't anything fresh air can't fix, though. ]

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[ the house is a disaster.

that is nothing new, not with phil's overactive imagination and a little girl to dote on. their little house is now a castle and they have decorated it as such with scarves in place of tapestries. lily is the princess dressed in an old hanbok of auntie's who is able to rule their woodland kingdom for the day.

after pushing the living room furniture against the walls, the braids auntie has twisted in elaborate designs have quickly become undone after a dozen on the open rug. the house is a disaster but it's full of endless giggles and smells like snickerdoodles. all of this results in a tuckered out little girl who has suddenly fallen asleep in philippa's arms on discarded couch cushions after tea time. ]

Dear old dad, [ she whispers, slowly ( struggling and ) getting to her feet with lily in tow. ] Would you do the honors of putting Her Highness to bed?

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1. I don’t know how to sext. What do you say? What do you don’t say?
2. I should know better than to open your texts at the grocery store
3. [ text her! ]