Point of Origin
Do you know those riddles, asking you to count the squares? Did you ever take a drawing class, explaining the way to capture perspective on paper? I counted all the squares, I drew the houses and the railroad tracks. I added numbers and went all the way to infinity. But at the end of the day, I get weary of my travels. I arrive home and drink a cup of tea. I sink into a warm blanket and I sleep. Some nights, I dream of squares, trapezia and parallelograms. Some nights, I dream of stars. But most nights, I only dream of you.
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We’re celebrating the 340th edition! This story was written by Fie, inspired by the photo taken by Minerva. Next time we’re back to our usual roles. Thank you for reading!
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[Image description: Photo of a vertical metal fence grid, superimposed on a diagonal one, through which a landscape with a wide river at the centre can vaguely be seen.]
