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If I Could Change the Past
I feel the challenge. Can I change the past? Only the good Lord knows, but I can try hard. And what can one do to achieve such a mammoth enterprise? Don’t you know. Only one thing suffice, an impossibility. I pray that I might be given a chance. Time creates a vortex and into the past I am sent. I shudder at the sights. All evil lay behind me, Murders, massacres, mayhem, terrorism, turbulence, strife, diseases, ugly like plagues, still born babes, Lyme Disease*, infections, dermatitis, blindness and so much more, so much more. Until I come to my destination. The garden is decorated with myriads of beautiful trees, flowers spread their fragrance enticing all sorts of flying insects, but no one can be seen. On the hill are two stately trees. No one is to touch the tree of knowledge of good and evil. But why? Such lovely fruit resembling sweet olives. I reach up and began to eat. A vortex of angry wind rises up. And I am back where I was. It is far best to think of the future, for the past cannot be changed. *unable to walk.
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