The Laboratory's windows projected a perfect image on the grass underneath. The sunshine was so bright that even the wooden frame where the glass panes join was visible.
How strange.
How strange.
A propos
- The Archduchess
- Nerd who dreams of someday being a famous scientist.
Likes octopi and all sorts of life forms.
Secretly wants to be a ballerina-astronaut-archeologist-trapeze-artist-tango-dancer-mad-scientist-apothecary-world-class-musician.
Likes to read, likes chocolate, likes socks.
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