Steam and Dust// rp with a-copper-automoton
A little girl sits on a street corner, fiddling with a small piece of metal as she tries to keep out of the rain in a cardboard box.
She wears a dirty, white dress that is torn at the edges, though still coming down to her knees.
"Windmill, windmill for the land. Turned forever hand in hand Take it all in on your stride It is ticking, falling down Love forever love is free Let's turn forever you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in?"















