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He fell into a strange land made of days. It was a cartoonist's dream, just waiting to be drawn.
He tried to make a few sketches on his way down.
Then it occurred to him: he was about to be a splat on the ground. So why work?
Luckily a cloud broke his fall.
He came to rest in
The Land of Calendaria.
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