Date: 2015-01-13 02:39 am (UTC)
routemistress: (devil)
Oh, when I ran away. From the Obverse universe to the bigger one. I'd found this broken-down old bus in the desert... actually, it were - a friend, that found it.

That might be what this is like for you, Piper mine. Everything in that 'ouse and that desert were this miserable shade of ancient beigey grey. Like magnolia wallpaper aged a thousand years. That bus were the first splash of colour I ever remember seeing.
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