hatstodisappear ([info]hatstodisappear) wrote,
  • Mood: wooden train on a scarlet rope
just as i woke up, she was teaching me how to shampoo a lion. the lion was on a table, on its side, half asleep, happy, while she rubbed the suds in.
there were earthquakes too,
and a bookstore

and cupboards full of odd and broken and useless things, but with promise for a treasure

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