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Monday, June 12, 2006


The sodden green fields were a page of Camelot, and the clouds hung so low that she couldn't help springing up to grab a wispy handhold. She pulled herself up and lay on her back surrounded by moisture. It was like floating in a shifting ocean. She stared up at the sky and held her breath.


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