Pero entre dormido y despierto, las ovejas eran diferentes. En vez de saltar cercas, flotaban hacia arriba. Tenían una especie de coronita de tronco con un par de hojitas en medio, y del centro les brotaba un fruto que se veía delicioso.
The other day I tried counting sheep to fall asleep.
But somewhere between being awake and dreaming, the sheep were different. Instead of jumping over fences, they floated upward. They had little tree-crown sprouts on their heads with a pair of tiny leaves in the middle, and right from the center grew a fruit that looked delicious.
The other day I tried counting sheep to fall asleep.
But somewhere between being awake and dreaming, the sheep were different. Instead of jumping over fences, they floated upward. They had little tree-crown sprouts on their heads with a pair of tiny leaves in the middle, and right from the center grew a fruit that looked delicious.
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