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The cover art depicts a figure clad in a brown robe playfully skipping down a cobblestone path, winding through a meticulously arranged garden bursting with diverse flora. Looming in the distance are stately hedges and a quaint village, its church spire piercing the sky.

♫ Cock-a-Hoop ♫

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I enter the corridor—and I did­n’t even want to: Where is my head? How can one be so imprac­ti­cal and lost in dreams! But com­plain­ing won’t help me here. So I turn back, leave the cor­ri­dor that can offer me noth­ing, and step into the herb gar­den. Ahhh, here I can breathe freely, and a sym­phony of dif­fer­ent scents wel­comes me. What on earth do I need cor­ri­dors for? I could­n’t care less about them: This right here, these nar­row paths between the beds, is where I feel at ease. It’s the place that inspires me with numer­ous ideas, jests, and yarns—a place I can never visit often enough, no mat­ter the sea­son.