2) Майский холод благотворно действует на сады - они как зацвели неделю назад, так и стоят, будто так и задумано! :смеется: Обычно холода спасают цветущую черемуху, ой, я как-то забыл, когда она-то цветет, мне критично не пропустить!!!!
3) Я до сих пор не верю, но вот сейчас, посреди дня, мне упало сообщение об обновлении моего любимого фанфика. Я весь растаял.
Olau’s presence has a certain…taste. Like bittersweet grief. And it shines brighter than anything Xanatos has ever seen. It’s as if Olau can’t quite separate themself from the Force. Like the Force is as much a part of them as they are of it, much more so than any Jedi or Sith. The Force sings peculiarly about them in a way that Xanatos can’t understand, and doubts he ever will.
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Quite belatedly, Xanatos feels Olau attempt to reign in their Force signature. Desperation pours off them in waves but no matter how hard they try, the Temple sucks at them. Feeding and pulling Olau towards it like it can’t possibly go on without them. As if now after so long, it’s found a companion and can’t bear to exist without their shared misery and understanding.