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She walks on a rainy day
and steps over top
of a lightly painted branch
and tells the person
on the telephone that she will
see them soon. She won’t see who
she’s talking to, but she
is speaking of another. She doesn’t
know who it is. She thinks she does,
but she trips over a different painted
piece of wood. She rolls, head over
heals, the sonic information is spinning
inside of her head. After the
force has stopped she
looks around her and is at a
picnic, and it is a wonderful
picnic. She knows that her
friends are going to come, but
they are slightly different than her friends.

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