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Cake

The edges are adorned with embroidered bands ribbons stencilled fringes. Doves pigeons snakes lizards. Interlacings of curves and countercurves based on the fundamental shapes of the C and the S. Shells flowers fronds. The twin tines of the fork slip through the icing and sponge in the centre an artificial grotto with Minerva and not even a tine smacking a tooth can dull the spreading happiness sugar quickly turns to sweat the sweat clings to the eyelashes and coruscates like pearshaped stars I have spent four months locked in the Château de Silling.

Yuri Houseman-Montonte

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