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| The Looking Glass |
Maybe there is a place where we can sit and wonder.
Maybe there is a place where we can look at the day go by. Maybe there is such
a place. Just maybe. Maybe that place is the windowpane where Gaspar, the cat,
sits and ponders. Maybe that place is the sofa he owns ever since he moved in
four years ago. Maybe it’s just my spot out in the garden where I can see the
world I want to see. Maybe it’s the smiling face of a clock tick-tacking away
at the baker’s. Or maybe it’s the pink elf sitting on the glowy pink mushroom.
Wait a second! How did that creep in here?!
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