think Stop it, type in the marble and dislocated it, around the corner and away. Seven rectangular francs were carried away by the wind with the aftertaste of a little bit of freedom, because air is free, wind is free. I am free because I am free-thinking. When I open my head, it can not burst with abundance, the density of thought is fading away and my mind is easy. It is oke. You are oke. I am oke. And a bit of heat would also oke. 
Grimsel, easily takes the head and heart in full, september 2009
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