The dístance ín betwéen your nóse and móuth
Is gréater thán I thínk is áveráge.
I’m trying to write a poem. It is difficult.
Linus comes in. He drinks coffee from a cup that has a drawing on it of a Moomintroll. He hasn’t brushed his hair. When you wake in the morning, what is the first thing you see? The face of the person you love. I see Linus’s face: crumpled, sleepily frowning. He’s often tired; he works hard. He has, I think, a…
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