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The ForestsDavid Sidhu
It seemed to me that the humid garden that surrounded the house was infinitely saturated withinvisible persons. Those persons were Albert and I, secret, busy and multiform in other dimensionsof time.
The Garden of Forking Paths -
Jorge Luis Borges
I unfortunately found myself lost in the woods, walking along a path made manyyears ago. The sun had long since set and a small moon, offering little light, hadtaken its place. What light it did provide was filtered by a mass of branches, leavesand trunks. Shadows swirled around me, taking forms for a moment beforereceding back into harmlessness. I pressed on. Ahead the road split in two andneither path seemed more hospitable than the other, I chose theright.left.AnSomewhereowlinhootedthesomewheredistanceinantheowldistancehooted
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