Under photos of Zaragoza and them her hands grind Moroccan tea the girl- with her fences built high belly button pierced, her face smelling of honey and green tea. She believes in energy and angels in sweet lavender and Eucalyptus but not in you. She’s been to Cambodia and back in her head- a pilgrimage …

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Sea life trance.

  A mosaic of color and acute angles spills above our heads. The electric momento is a decomposing souvenir of faces squished against glass dancing like pale moons in a oneiric trance.