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Tweet twee twee tweedle dee!
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Twee twee twee tweedle dee!
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Wake up, Anabel...
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Twee twee twee tweedle dee!
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Surprisingly comfortable and warm, I slowly ease open an eye.
...Clovers. I'm surrounded by a field of clovers, laying on a bed of clovers. A buttercup pokes out here and there, yellow petals open wide in hopeful expectation, but mostly, it's clovers. And the clovers extend for a while to the right and left, warm and springy under my skin.
Twee twee twee tweedle dee!
Blinking softly, slowly raising my hands into the air, I know that I know where I am. I've glimpsed it before, beyond the grape-vine entangled trees, behind the mossy shed. The neighbor's house. The brown-thatched house, the hundred-yard property, enclosed by a solid white fence. But now it's encased by something else entirely, snaking up the fence and past where the sky should be, glowing as green as the clovers on which I rest.
They're vines. Green, entwined, tangled vines, weaving around each-other to create a dome of glowing green so high above, vibrant and bright especially where the sun tries to penetrate. But they're all green, bright green. I'm in a wonderland of green, clovers and buttercups and a light green sky. But the house's view is mostly blocked away, even though it lies so close. For the vines, thick vines, rise above and weave around each-other.
Twee twee twee tweedle dee!
I realize then- It's a maze.
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A Thicket of Vines
FantasyBook Four of the Drey Entanglement. She doesn't remember What happened before And now she is laying On the green-clovered floor. Let out the memories, And open the door. Anabel Drey awakes without a single thought on a green-covered plain. Thick, sn...
