Back through the Golden door, and I'm back where I started. Safe & sound. Now where's that white rabbit?

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Finally I find her. Daniela. She holds the butterfly that will take me home. I hand her the shoe.

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Down the rabbit hole I go, twisting, turning, exploring the many layers of this strange world

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I used to draw everything as a child. Lines & shapes & colors didn't always make sense. I'd draw this.

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