Like a carcass in a deserted cinema where a fractured sirinette plays silent. St Dunstan was almost burned as a witch because his harp played itself. Representations have replaced experience.
...somebody woke up in an oblique mood today :)
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...somebody woke up in an oblique mood today :)
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