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I am sitting in the living room before the rest of the house is up. Across the room, a mylar balloon, a lingering remnant of a birthday celebration, is drifting at neutral buoyancy around the corner. The currents take it in a circuit up to the ceiling, down the short hallway, down to a few feet above the floor (to the disconcertion of the cats), back out into the room to the dining table, then up again -- a cycle of about five minutes.
*glee*
---L.
*glee*
---L.
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Date: 26 November 2006 05:16 am (UTC)A white room filled with large silver Mylar rectangular balloons and a fan. You were allowed to walk among them and touch them (not too hard). With the gentle movement and the shiny surfaces, It was the most striking thing in the whole place. And I could just imagine what the kids did who came there. :)
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