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Things are rather empty right now and while I have complaints, I really don't have much to complain about. I am busy creating a world about which I can write with reckless abandon.
My world is filled with vapid things, broken things, delicate things.
Amid my dragon's hoard there is a Chinese tea party in my kitchen and a French bistro in my Brazilian carafe. My digital files tell tales of old world recipes and remedies and a 'paid' stamp marks the months as they go by.
Budgeting is hard when I require more lace, more feathers, more leathers. My hallowed, hungry halls yearn for more art, more life. Peacock colors in glorious illumination on my table.
A gift.
My world is filled with vapid things, broken things, delicate things.
Amid my dragon's hoard there is a Chinese tea party in my kitchen and a French bistro in my Brazilian carafe. My digital files tell tales of old world recipes and remedies and a 'paid' stamp marks the months as they go by.
Budgeting is hard when I require more lace, more feathers, more leathers. My hallowed, hungry halls yearn for more art, more life. Peacock colors in glorious illumination on my table.
A gift.