smouldering on air on the tip of a scuba diver’s fin as in a far away neighborhood under a golden sun the children who live down the street sneak away and inch in through an unlocked door into the closed up art studios up on the corner . . . .no children it says but no one there now. . . .paint to spill in puddles to roller skate through and someone to climb up and open the net filled with feathery things .. . . supposed to pack things in it but not today . . .no a shower in light pink to run through and pretend it’s snowing .. . . life’s for fun . . .if you can’t have fun . . .well . . .who wouldn’t want to have fun . . . someone somewhere but them no one wants to be friends with.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/dollhouses-and-other-miniature-worlds-b9c
50 or so images including this one
