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A quote: “The most basic question is not what is best, but who shall decide what is best.” ~~ Thomas Sowell
I’ll start with a story …
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Even back to early crèche when I gazed up at the bluest of skies and whitest of clouds through the domes, I dreamed of outside.
Our docent was displeased, “Are your rights not fulfilled? Food for the asking, a warm bed, an education. Does not Grid wait upon your every question?”
But some things one didn’t ask, even in one’s sleep.
Joey, one bed over, soft words asking “How are clothes made?” “Could I learn to make food?”
“Where did I come from?”
Come morning, he was gone.
I’ve run away from the dome and wish I had those answers.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Phoenix says: Lissie crouched on her knees, peering through the small door. On the other side she could see a colorful garden. A tea party was set up on the green lawn with a bespeckled rabbit, crazy hatter, and a dormouse laughing and toasting each other.
She pulled back from the door and noticed a table. That hadn’t been there before! On the table was a plate with a cookie that had a tag. “Eat me”.
So she did. And was suddenly small enough to fit through the door.
Laughing, she ran through the door and joined the party.
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