It does exist! My mother was adamant that somewhere in Prince Edward Island you could actually see Anne's perfect little bedroom. Well she was correct my friends and it's just as perfect as Anne's pretty puffed sleeves.
My head drifts, connecting dots on the ceiling with stars. Counting hair follicles and fancy shoe collections. I sigh heavily and suck in. Holding the breath through to a new age. Expecting a change in molecules, but I'm here. Again and still and forever. Floating unfinished.
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