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Honey Crumbles

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“Auntie Odie! We’re baaaaack!” 

Purple

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Purple is the color I associate with indulgence. It is the color of nobility in the eyes of some, but to cease one’s opinion only there is to do oneself a disservice. Purple is not just nobility, but all that those who are not noble desire to be. It is the color of what we want to attain for ourselves, and that which some do.

What Happened Then

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“Did you not have friends in the Mark with whom you could confide in such gossip?” Piper asks me over the rim of her mug of cider. We had been talking long at the table in the center of the tavern. (She had caught me outside in the rain, relishing in it, and invited me inside for a drink ere I caught cold).

Green

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Green is the color of rebirth. I find a deep love for the hues of green, the way they call to mind the grass of the Mark in the summertime. For green is a breath of freshness in a painting just the same as one plucks fruit from a tree, or holds flowers in a pot in their home. Green, to be worn, brings to mind one who is gentle without being weak.

Red

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Red is such a vibrant color. I do not know anyone who would discount the beauty of red in all of its effervescence; even if it is the only color that one knows how to paint in, then I should feel that they know how to paint in confidence.

Let Loose

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I fume even as I storm into the home of my brother; “I shall never again stay out so late!” I declare as if an impetuous teenager with little thought of consequence, and make myself scarce and hidden in my niece’s room. My niece, Jennefer, is already outside playing while her mother washes the laundry. It is early morning, and again was I out all night, and for such a dreadful reason to boot!

Recollections #4: All is Vanity

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Last night, I got to see everyone again. In sooth, I was so excited to finally speak to Mister Arthur Hazelwood about his portrait that I might have been a bit over-enthusiastic. I had piles of papers of sketches and concepts, and I think he was overwhelmed by all the ideas I presented him with.

Easily Lost

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She wasn't often one to get lost. She thought by now, having been in Bree for a few weeks, she would know her way around the twists and turns of the city. Bree wasn't like Edoras. Edoras was contained, yes, but sprawling. She had memorized every track and path, and you could see foliage blooming between buildings and stables. 

Recollections #3: Eat Cheese or Die

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Oh, my mother would certainly be rolling in her grave this time. I fear I may have offended everyone at the same time. Let me try to recount my day from the beginning...

Recollections #2: Talk of Business

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Oh, to be a lass in Bree! The men fall over themselves for one's attention here just as they did back home, rather for a quick feel up your skirt than an arranged marriage. I cannot tell which one I dread more. (The arranged marriage. At least here it would not be so frowned upon to throw fists at a man who feels you up without your desire). 

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