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Poetry

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There were stranger toys, too, that I hardly
know how to describe.

One of them was a kind of oversized helmet
attached to a microscope.

It looked like it had been built around 1930
of largely cast iron parts.

When you slipped under the helmet, you were
surrounded on all sides by projections of the
microscopic slide.

Each hand controlled one probe, and foot
pedals would cause you to soar around the
scene.

To enhance the effect, variable speed fans
blew wind in your face as you flew from one
place to another.

Looking at leaves or microorganisms with this
would have been fantastic enough, but on one
of the slides, an entire miniature island had
been built from tiny bits of moss, insect
parts, and grains of sand, including ruined
cathedrals and sprawling treehouses.

The back wall of the balcony was for board games.

Inspiration

Prompt gens

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A magical cupboard. When plastic toys are locked in the cupboard, they become
real, living beings.

Bonded for life

Reconciliation