DorothySomewhere over the Rainbow,there lies a little girlin gingham,blue and white.Fallen in a field of dreams,she is carried awayon the petal-wings of poppiesto the deepest depths of her nightmares.In a damp and tangled wood,the Witch of the White handreaches downfor the girl's foreheadand she spins in her tornado once again.The ghosts of war and evil deedsrise up to greet hertelling tales of soot and debris.She chokes on her own tongue,gagging on the smoke.Her eyes are linedwith a fine layerof dust and sorrow...And it all ends in darkness and chaos.Emerging from her smashed abode,blinking in the orange and blue light,she comes upon herself,comatose in the opium field.The Birch's Mark is upon her.And Slowly, frantically,she tries to shake her limp body awake,the hysterical scream bubbling up from her depths:"There's no place like home... there's no place like home..."
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