i dreamt something about desperately picking flowers
more happily than ophelia ever did

and an old opera
named "Klara"
and it was writen on 12 pages
mini pages

about yea high:

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and yea wide:

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and some of the pages were really smudged
so that when an orchestra tried to recreate a magnificent two pages, they just got 60 minutes of low trembling violin

but it was pretty nonetheless
and that was my opera

i blame appleseed cast in a good way.


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