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fandomtownies2014-08-02 06:54 pm
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The beach [Saturday early evening]
It was alarmingly difficult to find time to talk to one's dearest friends, sometimes, between work schedules and class schedules and social obligations and people turning into and back from animals. Celia had flagged Eleanor down in Doctoring this week, discreetly flinging notes back and forth during the course of the movie (which she wasn't following much, anyway), and that was how Saturday found them comfortably watching the clouds on the beach.
Celia, clearly, needed to talk about something, but she wasn't sure how to bring it up -- and at the moment, she was happy enough to watch the sky. They wouldn't have many more summer evenings to watch clouds fade into sunset, after all.
"That one looks like a bumblebee," she offered lazily, pointing.
[mostly here for one but open beach is open!]
Celia, clearly, needed to talk about something, but she wasn't sure how to bring it up -- and at the moment, she was happy enough to watch the sky. They wouldn't have many more summer evenings to watch clouds fade into sunset, after all.
"That one looks like a bumblebee," she offered lazily, pointing.
[mostly here for one but open beach is open!]