They all think back to moments where they were truly happy.
Sometimes it's images of you. Grocery shopping, going on picnics, runs through the forest, and everything else in between those lines. Or, they think of life outside of Welton where they play catch with their dogs, go out to the beach, travel the world.
They think of each other.
Those nights in the cave. Sneaking out. Being absolute hell-raisers.
Poetry is what life is about and they've got stories to tell for millennium.
They think about Neil.
They think of the snow.
They think of what could have been.
And blanked out in front of television screens.
And that's there one least happiest moment that makes their poetry mull.
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SYMPHONY; dead poet society one-shots
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