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The furniture was Oaxacan wood finished in plum, red blood with brightly painted finials haunting little animals a lazy, creaking fan whirred on, above in gasping bursts, too tired to cool the room and only moved the paper bougainvilleas glowing - orange, peachy, red my feet, ever ecstatic to meet the cool of clay saltillo tiles red faced, happy to have escaped into this mirage,  my one thought being margaritas
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
In Mexico
The furniture was Oaxacan wood finished in plum, red blood with brightly painted finials haunting little animals a lazy, creaking fan whirred on, above in gasping bursts, too tired to cool the room and only moved the paper bougainvilleas glowing - orange, peachy, red my feet, ever ecstatic to meet the cool of clay saltillo tiles red faced, happy to have escaped into this mirage,  my one thought being margaritas
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
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