Today you met this green human creature who's making months. We've given title MonthMaker, though people name her everything from June to May. You saw unborn seasons, slowly melting from MonthMaker's hands, rapidly shaped into frozen months you never believed could exist. Closest impression lied somewhere between MaryPoppins and grownup Tinkerbell. Her great grandfather is mysterious MinuteMaker, from town where tortoises transformed minutes. Nowadays people pay gold only for invisible nano-seconds - or whole months in same package. Maybe developes definitive form, since human students booked her to dance on their final celebration. Afterwards you asked Maybe playing tree for vaettirs...?
fotona från senaste karnevalen i Hammarkullen, som i bästa fall gestaltar Tomiros bild av månaden Maybe och/eller själva månadsmakerskan
= ännu en Historia gjord av Hundra Ord
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