FLOATING IN nothing, potential space. Warm and secure. Aware only of my existence, no boundaries, no limitations. Smile at the thought that this might be eternity I have entered. It is not frightening. It is the most elegant, relaxing experience I know. Hang on, catch myself. What else do I know? [...READ ON]

Flymo and Edie have to do something - rehearse

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