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“Grass. Trees. Darrow, trees. We’re in a forest.” The scent of flowers. Then lights in the darkness. Flickering animals with green abdomens flutter through the black. Great bugs with iridescent wings rise from the shadows. They pulse with color and life.
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“You said you had another gift for me?” I say, changing the subject. She shakes her head.
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