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Down the road the horses hooves hit the pave stone with a click

I cannot hear them

The smell of fresh baked bread comes

then slowly goes away

The cookie in my hand turns into a tasteless nothing

And drops to the floor

Soon the smiling faces start to fade

As I struggle to bring them back..

I fall

Everything goes black

The people, the horses, the bakery…

My cookie!

All gone…

Ass I lay there I notice the smell

The smell of fresh chopped wood

I feel grass around me

The clouds appear and I hear laughing

I get up and there in front of me is a farm

Home.

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