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Searching for the thread. Everywhere.She has a dress from wanderland and she walks over clouds in the heels of steel. Sometimes. She would not leave the ground, the view is much colourfull from there. When she opens her rather small wardrobe, all the strange inhabitants there start making the net of her day, singing about what it will be like, would she visit the mottled madhouse on the wheels again. They are singing about the moments and places she should have making the path through air and people made of marchepane. She still has that song ringing off in her had while leaving and putting an armour of the day on.Today,the windmills are supposed to run mad.