Since Klokka still is effectively barred from her own blog, she is trying to surpass the sensorship by means of foreign language. This may or may not work. She is not certain. She tries.
Henceforth it shall be known that she is working hard at all she must, and knows that she is under surveilance and evaluation at all times. She has no comment on this particular fact. Were she to suddenly be freed from the surpressing abstract dictatorship under which she is currently subjected, the world would learn by this unexpectadly and unknowingly.
The apparent contradiction is, by nature, a tautology.
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Ring min klokke, i vilden sky, snart din frihetstime rinner..., som han sa lektoren.
Er det noko liv her? Denne kroppen er stadig på reisefot, men ser fram til ein kaffi ein stad der framme!
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Denne kroppen òg! (altså kaffi, reisefoten er ute av drift)
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Vonar veldig veldig sterkt at Klokka snart kjem seg over barrierene, ut av karantenen og inn igjen til oss, her inne i virtualiteten.
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