Friday, December 10, 2010

Average Height Female

A pound of flesh





For my birthday, my mother gave me a pocket watch, she knows that I like antiques. It is a mechanism skeleton, we see all the cogs turning and the keys move. The second hand does not jump jerkily, she slips on the dial, as free. I wore it to my ear. I always hated ticking watches. But his ticking to it, it's magic, light and fluid ... I have already readjusted several times an hour. The mechanism is fragile. On the manual, it says that we should not turn too strong as possible.

Vella, transparent and sensitive. Look no. The pocket watch is me.



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