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I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
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Childhood
A song from my childhood
Flirts around with me
And little does it know
It hurts terribly...
ninot, 10th June 1988
I vaguely remember curtains with Degas ballerinas in my childhood...but how can that be?
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