I rode the elephant. With closed
eyes one could imagine being on a magic carpet whose broad expanse gently rocked in flight
with ripples of clouds flowing past under the carpet. I did not expect the elephant to be so hairy. And the side of an elephant feels much like a scrub brush. [Next] |
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