Every- fills out in the end, got to maintain the levels and the heights, a protein there and a complex carbohydrate in the back. Plastered walls covered with papers, diets, sick promises and apologies surround the central: the clover smelling seller in the middle. Pleading through the walls and posters to the surrounding crowds. And in no clearness: from the outside, this is a simple mound of 'art installation' dirt that has excelled in the city for years, but still, it houses its artist.
When Sarah slipped in to its design, she received the plaudits with a grin and gratitude that charmed them in to cushioning her commission with hints and advice.
As she went to the building stage, she delegated too far and relied on the workers, she took no place in the construction. Leaning on the concept post, she ordered them and tarnished them with curses when errors were made. Sarah cursed and ordered until the very last moment of construction, when pointing to the middle of the design, the construction workers placed her in the centre of the mound. Fulfilling the concept -- the builders locked the door permanently.
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