Monday, 28 October 2013

It Felt Like All Things...

It felt like all things were hanging in the air, cheerful teacups swung by her eyes and clinked together in a self-absorbed merriment, shadows whirled like the feet and skirts to which they belonged and the drops of red flowers that dangled from the festive fronds bounced along with them like happy little flags.

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