Sage keeps a collection of bottled ships in her room. When
she began they only occupied her desk and the shelves, but now they have
expanded to sit on her nightstand, the trunk at the end of her bed. They line
her windowsill and stand in a perfect row against the baseboard. They are
perfect miniatures, masts and riggings to scale, in perfect condition. Her
favourite she keeps resting on the stack of books to the left of her bed. The
figure head is not in the shape of a mermaid, as many of her other ships’ are,
but a great rearing horse with a fish tail where its legs would be.
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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