Alice stepped out of the water cautiously and walked between two purple pillars. they were thick in size and somewhat reminded her of chess pieces without heads. she was in the realm of the red queen now.
It's so quiet here...
the wind has died in its tracks.
...as if mauled by a beast...
or rather... mauled by
the red queen's goons.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
alice... don't...
don't come over here...
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
Paint the roses red,
alice.
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Love your colors.
March 16th