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starting from around her body and feet to as long as she could see, even though this
landscape was horizonless, lightless.
She was on her fours to see and feel them now, but the thuds. Yes the thuds changed
things. Each thud made the letters break off from the edges of their foster pages like
dusting off and rose up to fly like grey clouds of uninvited rain. In and out of sync with
sentences and exclamations, leaving their formations and stories behind. The letters
looked like twittering flies and sounded like jargon, but they smelt of old crisp literature.
That awesome smell!
Ginger was only partly out of her trance and was pulled into another one as much as she
inhaled the books in to slip into a hypnosis. The opera was back in place, and her
cerebrums were even happier. She stood up to walk on the paperback floor with half
shut eyes believing herself to be the writer of all those books, a pianist and a painter at
the same time. Her ambitions, her fears, and the stories she had just dusted off had
jumbled themselves up to make a sweet hallucination out of them.
The wishing well!!!
It blurred her mind. How does she wake up from that?
Chapter 14
