Dear Interwebs…

“I wonder what she will do with my gift. Some girls spurn my heart; others touch it, kiss it, caress it, punish it with all manner of endearments before they return it to my keeping. Some never even see it.”
— Neil Gaiman “Harlequin Valentine“

Harlekin sollte ich sein, ein Gaukler, ein Bild, ein Spiegel.



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