“What encounter awaits on the next page?” mind-queried Alice to herself. “If it is needles of Tweedles or gawk of the Jabberwock, certainly I will need some sisu in heart before I the next chapter start.”

“Kings may merit most to obey when their orotund proclamations drive the stalwart to please, but,” determined Alice, “attention must be given to all voices, even the mews, the ahems, and the suppressed sneeze.”

“Oft it feels as though the pieces placed in my path are a bit unsensical and purposefuless.” mused Alice before furthering, “I would like to try being my own scop so that I can wing a sing around trouble’s ting, relieving life’s hard for a lucky card due to self’s bard.”

“What does my mirror me think when it looks the other way through the glass?” reflected Alice. “It copies what I do, but it seems to be out of fond curiosity rather than gnathonic means. So, when backs are turned, are lives alike or does one clean while the other queens?”

Alice wondered, “Maybe, for each me, the other me just justifies the dreams.” ; )

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