It's only in the Summer that light really comes into the sitting room in the cottage, We try to make the most of it and have crystals at the window. About eight in the evening on a Summer's evening the ceiling dances with light.
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Crystals? Flippin' crystals? Be careful, you could soon be buying windchimes, putting up postcards of rainbows, reading books about past-life regression, wearing bright-colour-woven bangles all the way up your arm, feeding eight cats, listening to music of twinkly rainforests eminating from a cloudy haze of incense burning and sitting on the floor in a yoga position whilst watching the crystal maze. I've seen it happen all too often.
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Crystals? Flippin' crystals? Be careful, you could soon be buying windchimes, putting up postcards of rainbows, reading books about past-life regression, wearing bright-colour-woven bangles all the way up your arm, feeding eight cats, listening to music of twinkly rainforests eminating from a cloudy haze of incense burning and sitting on the floor in a yoga position whilst watching the crystal maze. I've seen it happen all too often.
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