lamppost square.

[jacktellslies]

we found more streets that don't exist, chasing lights at night, pixie led and pixie leading. the houses were small and old, clearly occupied by tiny people with excellent taste in door knockers and ironwork and lamp posts. there were steps of twos and threes in brick and marble. there were secret gardens. we looked into the windows. we looked into the futures. we put our faces to pink roses.

Comments

[brni.livejournal.com]

ouch. i hope you returned it; the poor goblin likely misses it terribly.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

it will have it again soonish, i believe.