Put on your mask. Things are going to get a little weird. Things are going to get wonderful.
Let these pieces grow the space between the soles of your shoes and the ground. You’ll see that it’s just the right amount of flying.
We ask that you please remove your rose-colored glasses. We paint directly on the eyes.
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There’s a party in this river.
Come on in and join the two-step.
These currents won’t let you go.
You be the pincushion.
Our writers be the pins.
Welcome to NDR’s débutante ball. We invite you to sip champagne from our sink-hole and swing from our sharp-toothed chandelier. We won’t mind if the lights flicker.
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