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I'm Imagining Myself There: 5Chapter 5 When I awoke, I strangely felt nothing but happiness and warmth and a cool breeze and the ground under me…well, I guess I felt a lot-just no pain. I slowly lifted myself up and looked around me and saw that we were on a high ledge, above a vast valley, grassy and green; and there was a river running through it. There was dew in the air and a few clouds in the bright blue, sunny sky. It was so beautiful, but its beauty wasn't presumptuous; it just was, as matter of fact as any scientific law. It felt so perfect, but the perfection didn't feel fake or created to give the impression of something…it waI'm Imagining Myself There: 5
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I'm Imagining Myself There: 4Chapter 4I'm Imagining Myself There: 4
"Did we make it?"
Yes. You did wonderfully.
"It's warm here…I like it."
It is always warm here.
"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't rip your shirt."
It's inconsequential.
"In-what?"
It's not important.
"What you just said? Or your shirt?"
Both equally and at the same time.
"Oh…Why didn't you just say that?"
I do not know. I'm long-winded like that.
"Yeah…you do talk funny." &nb
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I'm Imagining Myself There: 3Chapter 3I'm Imagining Myself There: 3
When I came to, I immediately remembered where I was and realized that I was still holding on to the back of his shirt. When I looked in front of myself, I saw that he was still attached. He was yelling at me. "Are you awake?" "Wake up!" "Can you walk?"
"I think I can," I was able to force out, but I felt like I was losing the power in my extremities. I couldn't feel the fingers holding on to the back of the shirt. I immediately through my other hand out as best as I could and caught more shirt with my nails.
"Come on," he encouraged, "We aren't far."
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I'm Imagining Myself There: 2Chapter 2I'm Imagining Myself There: 2
As he pushed open the door, with seemingly no effort, I once again was assaulted, this time by the brightness of the sun (which seemed to be right in my eye-line). He put his hands over my eyes. "Ah. No, no." He chastised, "We do not look directly at the sun. Your mother should have instructed you thus."
He had brought up an interesting point. I had not even thought about my mother yet or anyone else but myself. I couldn't yet remember her at this point, but the word had meaning and it welled up feelings in me. I turned to him, but still could not see him due to the sunspots in my e
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...Really?
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