Date: 2009-08-17 06:20 pm (UTC)
"Some of Vulcan." Kirk said lightly, but his eyes closed as he remembered it. "All..." He put his hand up at an angle, "Rocks, huge ones, shaped like that. Mountains in the distance. A stone balcony with several seriously uncomfortable looking chairs. The nar'ru in the corner... there's a glass door with curtains separating the house and the balcony."
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