Like SomethingAnita Naegeli
she squinted her eyes slightly and suddenly the mop looked like something she had never seen before. was it possible that for all those years she seemed to have been break- dancing on her head? a mile short of losing reality she decided to order some additional hours for her days. but the distressed oak wood got in the way. she tried to spell e-l-e-p-h-a-n-t but could only remember that gray matters in some things. all that was left to do was to look up to the skies and memorize that smile. there was movement in it. how beauty full she thought.
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