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Feb. 4th, 2014 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Wylie needed a break. He doesn't know what's gotten into him, but he's been writing and recording music simply because he can lately and it seems to be working out alright for him. He feels like at least there's something vaguely interesting coming from it, even if it's not the greatest shit he's ever written.
Either way, the recording studio they have built into the house is boxed in and he gets bored, so he takes Van outside to run him around a bit. At the moment, he's chucking a stick as far as he can, letting Van sprint after it and bring it back to him.
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Date: 2014-02-04 06:49 pm (UTC)Funny, not long ago just sitting down to read a book in silence would have seemed boring as hell to her. But nowadays she had no problem differing between boring and simply peaceful. At least most of the time.
The dog came around the corner of the house and into view first, chasing a stick. A short moment later Wylie followed. She watched them fondly. Still together, still happy. Funny, how life changed.
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