“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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