thought it was just a saying.
One of those stories that you tell when you're small.
But it happens. It happens.
nodes can arrive all at once or gradually. A day like any other.
And then the scallop, as it passes between his teeth, long hair, at some point it stops, as blocked.
A node.
A problem to be solved. Another
.
A skein to unravel. A
more.
A riddle to solve.
say " Cabbages were not stories." All the "I told " are finally clean and clear.
"If you sit along the river bank to wait, sooner or later you'll pass the corpse of your enemy."
And slowly it is as if everything was awake from the torpor. Finally
.
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