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Friday, April 20, 2012

Barely reparable...

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I sat there, naked, for the whole world to see. I was cold and frightened, feeling abandoned and never so humiliated. Why had the man left me here, like this, bared empty limbs, ô so helpless. Who was he anyways, and where was Marjo? These were just a few questions carried in on the Caurus wind up high that day. I was never so grateful for blue hippo’s company, whose squeaky chants I had not learned to appreciate until then. 
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