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May 2021
Dear Papa,
I have eaten the old rug that inspired my old painting,
It was filthy as hell,
Somebody forgot to clean it.

But I am Alright now,
Figure: I don't need to eat anything anymore.
It is magic involved, I tell you,
It's good to feel less empty and alone.

I might have also opened
The door for a thief.
Alladin insisted on robbing us of some goods
And as we had too much I said to myself:
"Why not help the poor live a better life!"

Papa,
You are never to forgive me for this,
'Have fallen in love with a thief,
Now life is much better for our people.
In that good side of the story the Child lived only well. Be blessed child! Loved, protected... Given a helping hand.
Theodora Oniceanu
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