
I adore this music box, sometimes, I lay in bed late at night and look at it, and open the box and watch the clown ride on the carousel horse. I don't usually like clowns but I love this vintage one. Music boxes remind me of being little, of apple juice cartons and burning my feet on hot pavement in California. Of corn dog smell, of cotton candy that stung my lips, sweetly. Of caramel apples that hurt my teeth.
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February 8 2006, 01:59:26 UTC 6 years ago
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