In a flash the evil bunny bounced around the burgundy hot Rathaus, transcended back to the world of Shantaram on the lawn which could well have been down under, overlooked the village from the top floor closet through the big glass before the small glass found its way, before sealing Easter with chicken green curry after all the morning treats. The metal curtains drew open, drew close on the plaza itself before sewa flowed onto a temporary halt, and the sun chased astigmatism off the darkening German autobahn.
