My wall has evolved from a plain white plaster canvas. It also muffles the sounds of the possum we have in our roof too which is a slight comfort whenever I hear scratching and growling at ungodly hours of the night. Posters, magazine extracts, a newspaper clipping of a gig I went to, a note from my boyfriend's mother, two small toy ptereodactyl's and a paper crane suspended from my ceiling and tourist maps from America.
Yes, I am glad to call this abode my home.
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