what if she realized the playground she was playing in, colourful, stunning colourful and peaceful and funny and quiet oh so quiet
was to be dismantled and transformed in a public house?
and "footfalls
down the passage which we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the garden
but to what purpose
disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
i do not know.
other echoes
inhabit the garden. shall we follow?"
of course we do, we shall fall, (and still follow the rabbit).
(current mood: raw and silly)
(current music: know how- kings of convenience)