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Alice Through the Looking Glass
Now that the wicked witch has left the room…. Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees. And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of crimson, amber and gold, she REMEMBERS…yes…she REMEMBERS… that world where she once lived. She remembers a time so long ago… when with unclouded brow… she danced with those flaming fairies and laid down with them when they fell to the ground in the backyard of the house where she once lived with her mother, father, brothers and sisters. Where are they now, she wonders? And in that moment….she sees their smiling faces and hears their laughter as the aroma of that magical autumn so long ago, returns obliterating the smell of antiseptic and death. A smile slowly creeps across her weathered face as she realizes, SHE HAS ESCAPED. BUT THEN…the door opens………………AND THE SPELL IS BROKEN, for the wicked witch has returned. TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION, ALICE…she sweetly croons, as she pulls down the blind. Author: Elaine George Written: September 4th, 2014
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