...We ate steaming tacos with our hands and drank orange sodas. Then we were able to take in the town-the trees dripping with flowers, the old cheek-to-cheek buildings that would have been plain-faced but for their marvelous colors; pink, crab apple, marigold, Fanta orange... ... |
http://www.laurafraser.com/ ...and then someone opened the door. Inside was a world of green, of flowers, birdcages, fountains, and painted tile floors. A magic garden... ...It may be fate, magic, or stupidity, but the only person I seem to be listening to is the ten-year-old me... |
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