I need to get home and I need to get home as quickly as I can. I really don’t know where I am and I’m frightened.

I race helter-skelter down the hill. I pray I’ll find somewhere familiar soon. I spot the river. I’ve definitely seen it before. I follow its course. I round a bend and suddenly I see the sea. I’m nearly home; safe.

I fall into the cold embrace of my mother. She hardly notices that I’m back.

Then the sun comes out. Please, no. I’m evaporating. I rise towards the sky.

Bugger, here we go again.

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