It

“Alice, is this the right place for you?”

Alice smirk. “almost. but not it”

. . .

then we sail to another island.

“Alice, is this the right place for you?”

Alice smile. “almost, but not it.”

. . .

then we walk to another side of the river.

“Alice, is this the right place for you?”

Alice nod. “this is it.”

. . .

then we build a tree house.

with dozen of fireflies.

and the voice of howling living

. . .

then Alice said, “i change my mind. this isn’t the it.”

 

 

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