Paper houses, paper dolls, burned to ash once the enchantment fades. Singing words that don't rhyme. Clapping sound. Two types of play. One person imagining a different place. Hand clapping needs two people. Fun is the memory. One shoe, the imaginary friend. Shadow from sunshine, clouds that don't bring rain. After the places vanish. Real never seems the same.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
