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Yesterday’s words are always boring. Having reread what he had written, N. decided not to continue. But then he told himself: it’s not good to give up half way through... And as a result of all these musings, the following lines appeared in the notebook:
Many years later, I found myself once again in the Kingdom of Starry Eyes. What had become of the Princess? Had her friend the Wind come to visit her in her captivity? Had her father’s rage lasted long? I did not know. They say that not long ago an actor began to grow a cape which covered the whole of the country’s capital, but it snagged on a TV tower and ripped. After that it was turned into pyjamas. That’s one cut – pyjamas with pockets full of memories. Just the job for cases like this.
Now there are neither Kings nor subjects her
