All the things in the house..even the ones that seem to deserve only your scornful smile, have their own second lives..the ones you dream about..the ones you live..the ones they only imagine..but as even Picasso once said (hmm must have been a while ago..) :"Everything you imagine is real"..so..it was just another sunny day when she took her little purple iron , called Polly, for a little walk..and off they went..
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