There was a lot of of left over tissue paper.
Clora stared at it, as though it breathed,had claws and could pounce.
It was a pretty shade of pink, she thought, delicate, gentle.
The idea came to her in a dream, the first such dream she had ever acted on.
The dream inspired her to carve toothbrushes from discarded wood and p…
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