2)What?

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SPELLING MISTAKES - are unfortunate autocorrect! (If you spot a mistake please comment on it so I can fix it!)

The forest is so thick,  my bare feet are full of thorns and pricks but I barely even wince as I walk over them. I just glance down and see blood oozing from them every few minutes.
   I've been walking for what feels like over two hours. I swear I've passed that tree about five times already. Well I suppose all trees look the same don't they?
    Walking walking walking it never ends. Until it does. A clearing...is that a clearing? Up ahead it looks like a clearing. No trees that all look the same just an open field of sorts.
  The path to this clearing seems to last another two hours but I'm now so close. Glancing down my feet are suddenly cleansed of all their maladies. They look brand new. I could model.
      "What?"
The next time I look up my eyes widen. Wider than anything. Wider than horrid Ms. Harlow who taught me maths. For its not just a clearing, its a mirror of sorts. A beautiful tall mirror surrounded by beautiful tall flowers.
    It's glass a misty colour that barely shows me in it. Instead is swirls teasingly, beckoning me to step into its mysterious light. So I do. And that's when it all goes blank. Again.

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