I know a lovely librarian who rides with the rhinos in her dreams, and sometimes also in her holidays.
So that the rhinos recognise her as one of their own, a horn curiously grows on her forehead when she travels to their land. Just as curiously, it disappears again before she goes back to the library.
But I still know it was there.
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curious.
Tho I am acquainted with growing starnge features secretly.
I am somewht happy it is not a horn on my head!
Fantastic image to illustrate a fantastic story!
I wish we all could do that (I mean growing horns when we need them)
She is very lucky, indeed.
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