is Monday night. I have very cold and a headache that did not leave me all day. Is it Monday? Again?
This morning when I went through the Clover, I thought the border of the center was like a medieval forest. At least I assumed that light must fall and the trees of the forest of truth. No I saw the man who lives under that bridge, I saw just as many of those who live there. He tends to go shirtless and with a huge sack that must carry all sorts of treasures. That man is like the troll that lives in the medieval forest. At least I suppose when I find it on those mornings when there is too cold he seems to feel.
hours ago no light on this side of the world. This morning it seemed that everything would be fine. At least that assumed for a while.
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