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squirmeliaThe ashes of dead plastic bags fluttered from cupboards as she prepared to move.
She piled up her belongings against the windows, squashing the boxes of Lego underneath notebooks full of discarded dreams, jamming layers of t-shirts with band names on next to bags of different coloured sand collected from faraway beaches, and so on, until she was left with (amongst other things) a CD player, but no CDs, lilac boots she'd sworn she'd never wear again, and a bed that seemed to lack a magical bedknob (to transport herself and it), which she probably had to soon discard.
She piled up her belongings against the windows, squashing the boxes of Lego underneath notebooks full of discarded dreams, jamming layers of t-shirts with band names on next to bags of different coloured sand collected from faraway beaches, and so on, until she was left with (amongst other things) a CD player, but no CDs, lilac boots she'd sworn she'd never wear again, and a bed that seemed to lack a magical bedknob (to transport herself and it), which she probably had to soon discard.
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Date: 2007-07-30 01:24 pm (UTC)In Lanzarote, I visited Cesár Manrique's house that had rooms within volcanic bubbles, which was quite cool.