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Okay, so I don’t know how to spell worth shit! I should not be allowed to post without spell check.

I slowly made my way across the playing field. As I entered the Darkwood on the far side, the ancient pines quivered in the wind. Needles were dropping; tiny brown spears piercing the forest floor, and the birds began to whisper. “Where is it going? What’s it feeling?” Suddenly I felt the path beneath my bare feet give way. The fall began with the fading sounds of rustling trees and bird whispers. Then silence, except for the sound of my own breathing; all around me were images of other lives not lived, possibilities moving in fast succession toward some unknown, and impossible ending. The lives passing by were spinning ferris wheels without passengers. One of the wheels stopped, cars swinging to and fro. Sound began to filter through the images. The rigging, squealing and groaning under the brake pressure, began to speak coherently. “We’ve been with you before; you just don’t remember. As a matter of fact we’ve been with you since the beginning.” “Beginning of what?” I cried. “You know, the very beginning. The beginning of you.” “But, that’s just not possible,” I shouted. “Why are you shouting?” “I’m upset. I’ve fallen down some hole like Alice; only difference is, this ain’t Wonderland. It’s in my head, and if I want to shout, I will.” The wheel began to spin again; the voices abruptly stopped. Now instead of being an observer of the wheels, I was on one, going round and round. As I rose to the top each time I tried to retain a mental picture of the layout below. Looking off towards the East, I could make out the Darkwood, just beyond the edge of the largest ferris wheel.

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