ruddiger loves playing with dried leaves. the kitchen has remnants of what once was a brittle, whole leaf, torn to pieces. i don't know why i find it so amusing to watch him snatch the leaves and run with them hanging out of his mouth. he looks like a messenger, a deliverer of dried leaves.
it's strange how things work out some times.
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