[Sand in every crevice (coarse, rough, irritating, etc) is as much a part of Alia's life as breathing. She still shakes out her clothes when entering the house, expecting glittering gold and spice to trail from her clothes.
But there is no sand, no desert, no spice. Instead Alina promises things that have only existed in Alia's other-memory, flickers of planets caked in ice, of figures made of snow and hot drinks to thaw chilled fingers and the eerie stillness of a snowy night. And Alia wants, of course she does, her whole self is made of wanting.]
Will you help me? Choose proper things, so I don't turn into an icicle? I don't want to miss anything because I went out barefoot in the snow and caught pneumonia.
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[Sand in every crevice (coarse, rough, irritating, etc) is as much a part of Alia's life as breathing. She still shakes out her clothes when entering the house, expecting glittering gold and spice to trail from her clothes.
But there is no sand, no desert, no spice. Instead Alina promises things that have only existed in Alia's other-memory, flickers of planets caked in ice, of figures made of snow and hot drinks to thaw chilled fingers and the eerie stillness of a snowy night. And Alia wants, of course she does, her whole self is made of wanting.]
Will you help me? Choose proper things, so I don't turn into an icicle? I don't want to miss anything because I went out barefoot in the snow and caught pneumonia.