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thoughts that scattered like clouds one crisp french morn that she fell from her bicycle (quite cumbersome as she had been carrying 3 bunches of tulips at the time!) that fell like a bruise around her. Staining the footpath with their glorious purple heads! Oh and not to mention the 2 dozen lemons that were in the wickerbasket and strapped to the front of her bicycle that flew from her bike. Lemons rolling in the street like shiny yellow marbles