Once upon a time there was a gremlin. Mischievous but good hearted in a bunch of ‘thinking ’ imps. He thought too, a little mechanically though. It was difficult for him to find friends because the way he looked at the world was not the way everyone else did. He liked moving in circles while the rest of the world loved straight lines. While the world loved talking, his mind was filled with pictures. How much he wished if he could talk through pictures too. While the other imps kept themselves busy by learning the dynamics of the world, his mind was fascinating enough to engage him.
A square peg in a round hole?
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