Alice

The little girl with the long Alice in Wonderland hair shows off her cafe in the limestone face. A cave with a door, a glass door. Inside, bordered by the cave walls, a little girls paradise, with blue dolls and golden haired dolls in gowns, blue. The name is forgotten. A smaller doll in a tutu, a little ballerina. She is proud of her cave, her den. Light comes into the large cave mouth, glazed.
Small pieces of grit have fallen from the roof of the cave, and are scattered about the floor. She says it must be the roots of a tree that the neighbour above has in her garden.
Across the garden in front of the caves, there is another big cave. That is the junk cave, says she. There are spools of wire, laths of wood. It is a big cave, but it has all the leavings of many jobs stacked more or less neatly everywhere.

And then there is the music cave, a cave with a green carpet on the ground of the far end. A band played here once, the acoustics are good. they needed no amplification.
Indeed, you can hear a pin drop clearly anywhere.
She kept her girlfriends rabbit in that cave, when the girlfriend went away on holidays.
Perhaps it was a white rabbit. The rabbit had an enclosure on the green carpet,more natural than the grey concrete.

And she proudly showed a tap, which let water flow into a flat stone basin.
And outside the door, the drainage from that basin watered a tree.
A small spout draining.

And that is the story of the little girl with the long blond hair.