| my caterpillar |
[13 Jan 2008|12:39am] |
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Like Alice I tumbled down the shoot head over feet. Dress over my eyes, stockings showing, Maryjanes with silver buckles shining all the way down. It’s strange here. Where all sorts of strange things happen: creatures become friends, things that were once stood grandly are minuscule in comparison to my heart, and you never know what’s just round the corner. When I am asked to sip from the small potion bottle again, I will do so fearlessly. Here, there are only more shoots to tumble down and more magic to find in this place they call the land of love
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