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The continuing adventures of a girl, black patterned tights, and a longing for a different scenery. Stars and a lawn in place of sleep; a useless bed and lilac pillows are wasting away in a dark room. Lavender incense replaces air; city lights in reflections gleaming over bodies of water made of tears and infested with goose bump covered lovers and heartbeats so thick they induce tsunamis. A heart like the iron core of a dying star. A soul hidden under layers and layers of sheets and linens hanging on the clothes line in the rain. (Ironic, isn't it?) Tales of wandering through caves and fields of jellyfish and oceans of flowers, sitting unde