thea.curtis: A top secret birthday picnic at the end of the road.
thea.curtis: At the left side you can see yourself.
thea.curtis: A little later.
thea.curtis: We haven't seen her since lunch.
thea.curtis: The shadows shorten the air.
thea.curtis: Is Daddy coming back soon?
thea.curtis: The crows fly low in the sky — It's a bad sign.
thea.curtis: Through the half-opened door at the end of the hallway, we see a girl brushing her teeth.
thea.curtis: Do you want the cereal in your hot chocolate or in a separate bowl?
thea.curtis: I listen to the sad whispering of the surreal place called Trona. Can you hear it?