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From somewhere, there's music.
Turn around. There's a woman (a puppet) in a corner, turning the crank of a barrel organ. Maybe she walked in when you weren't looking.
Her green hair is piled fantastically high, and her clothing is a riot of colors. She's smiling with a serene blankness.
[Tiny puppet tag: Edel]
Turn around. There's a woman (a puppet) in a corner, turning the crank of a barrel organ. Maybe she walked in when you weren't looking.
Her green hair is piled fantastically high, and her clothing is a riot of colors. She's smiling with a serene blankness.
[Tiny puppet tag: Edel]