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Inger Elisabeth Hansen

with diagonal stripes across her breasts

with diagonal stripes across her breasts, brownish in the slab that stands straight on the flat pancake, directly, 
documentarian, factoid, with storey upon storey with breasts, blouses, with stacks of garments, filled
or empty, sleeves stir in the wind, the wind stirs the garments slowly over the floor, pushes
them up against the wall, the wind which blows straight through the wall, she shouldn’t tell
a happy story, but a story about happiness, when she has left she will tell a story
about happiness

with diagonal stripes across her breasts

med striper i skrått over brystene, brunlige, i blokken som står der rett på flatmarken, direkte,
dokumentarisk, faktoid, med etasje på etasje med bryster, bluser, med stabler av plagg, fylte
eller tomme, ermer beveger seg i vinden, vinden beveger plaggene sakte over golvet, presser
dem opp mot veggen, vinden som blåser rett inn gjennom veggen, hun skulle ikke fortelle
en lykkelig historie, men en historie om lykke, når hun har gått skal hun fortelle en historie
om lykke
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with diagonal stripes across her breasts

with diagonal stripes across her breasts, brownish in the slab that stands straight on the flat pancake, directly, 
documentarian, factoid, with storey upon storey with breasts, blouses, with stacks of garments, filled
or empty, sleeves stir in the wind, the wind stirs the garments slowly over the floor, pushes
them up against the wall, the wind which blows straight through the wall, she shouldn’t tell
a happy story, but a story about happiness, when she has left she will tell a story
about happiness

with diagonal stripes across her breasts

with diagonal stripes across her breasts, brownish in the slab that stands straight on the flat pancake, directly, 
documentarian, factoid, with storey upon storey with breasts, blouses, with stacks of garments, filled
or empty, sleeves stir in the wind, the wind stirs the garments slowly over the floor, pushes
them up against the wall, the wind which blows straight through the wall, she shouldn’t tell
a happy story, but a story about happiness, when she has left she will tell a story
about happiness
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