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His uncle told him
to look the other way, in the
other direction, that maybe there
there is a place
where mirrors bounce back
onto themselves. He reaches
a place and is not sure
if it is the place, but he
is sure that it is a place,
the rocks are painted with
bright red dust, bright red
dust until it is
night and then a thousand years, good
and bad years, there was one year of
tragedy, but then there was a year of
famine and then celebration when the
king from far away
fell of his toilet and hit his head and died.
The tile was blue and
the sky was blue too.