These questions would have to wait. For now, we had to keep moving. Exiting, we turned right at the stop sign. The yellowish looking road led through fields of beautiful red flowers, but for some reason, I could barely keep my eyes open . . . "Jane? Kevin?" I asked drowsily. "Do you see that funny-looking bird flying toward us?"
. . . But OZ was rendered invisible to the outside world by a magic enchantment. How could we now see it? Had the some chemical reaction during the explosion rendered it visible? Was it possible that science and magic could overlap?
These questions would have to wait. For now, we had to keep moving. Exiting, we turned right at the stop sign. The yellowish looking road led through fields of beautiful red flowers, but for some reason, I could barely keep my eyes open . . . "Jane? Kevin?" I asked drowsily. "Do you see that funny-looking bird flying toward us?" Comments are closed.
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