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Some memories are a pantomime in a dolls house. A slide-show in a small theater. Audience of one. The spectacle is painted in sunny colors, some skillful child chose fairy-tale smiles. A head heavy with sarcasm bares its teeth. The watcher arises stretches an ancient story-line. Starts again.

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