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Posted by Kate on 12/18/2008, 7:02 am, in reply to "Prose Edda...?"
...don't you know how it turns out? You already read the end of the book -- here we all are...
The next part is hard to write. I'm working on it in my head. But this is right when I met most of you, most of this cast of characters that makes the rounds of the religion/philosophy boards. And I was living in my own personal cyclone, waiting for the house to land.
DOROTHY No. But it wasn't a dream -- it was a place. And you -- and you -- and you -- and you were there.
PROFESSOR Oh --
(others laugh)
DOROTHY But you couldn't have been, could you?
AUNT EM Oh, we dream lots of silly things when we --
DOROTHY No, Aunt Em -- this was a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice...but most of it was beautiful. But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, I want to go home. And they sent me home.
DOROTHY Doesn't anybody believe me?
UNCLE HENRY Of course we believe you, Dorothy.
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