Dear reader.
Must we end the way we started?
In this slanted position, faced to walls with color she forgot to name?

(The sentence between brackets said something else first).

I am happy to hear that I was such the gentlemäh, and that I was honest. If I could talk to her, and not about her, I would say that she must keep moving, meeting other sheep. Each sheep a new adventure, a new room in a hallway of rooms. Who knows what the next meadow will feel like, the next bleating will sound like? One must always look forward to the possibility of the unexpected, to unknown flocks.

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