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Priscilla, the Trout Princess
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A Collection of Fantasies
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Gerald E. Gregg
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Priscilla, the Trout Princess...
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A collection of 5 fantasies that illustrate
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the absurdities of youth and the questioned
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wisdom of maturity.
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1) Why are you here?...
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Once upon a time, long before anyone cares to remember, there
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existed a wondrous place of neverending joy...and celebration
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...and dreams...and thoughts, warm and tender. Not many from
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the kingdom of greed and perversion visited this land of
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unselfishness.
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The royal scribe, reverently called The Purveyor of Fine
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Words and Magical Phrases, ventured forth one day to discover
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the magic of this wondrous place. His quest, by royal edict,
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was to search for Priscilla, the princess of light and beauty
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and fine thoughts.
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Upon entering this place, the Purveyor of Fine Words and
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Magical Phrases became confused and disoriented. The
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purveyor searched every hamlet in the kingdom until,
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suddenly, he discovered the elusive Priscilla.
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She was there one day...a day that was lost from memory, but
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still a remembered day. She was lost in the black shadow of
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a fleeting fantasy. Remembered, yet unremembered...until
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another more joyous day that is remembered and still fresh in
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memory.
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Yet another day to be remembered was discovered and is even
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more fresh in memory. On that recent memorable day, she
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caused a tingling...a glow...a feeling of desire. She
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emerged from the fantasy shadow on yet another memorable day
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and shared her enlightened thoughts with him. He was
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confused...by his reaction...by her reaction.
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He asked her, "Who are you?" "Why are you here?"
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Priscilla answered with tenderness and a smiling voice, "I am
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Priscilla...your fantasy for emotional outpourings...your
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escape from the junkyard of shattered dreams."
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The great mysteries surrounding the uncontrolled absurdities
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of youth and the questioned wisdom of maturity were magically
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brought forth into the gentle light of a shimmering rainbow.
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Where is your Priscilla? Who is your Priscilla?
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2) Chase the Rainbow...
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Once upon a time, even before your mother was born, there
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existed a barely acceptable place where birds did not sing
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and flowers did not blossom in the Spring. In this kingdom
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of lost souls and tattered dreams, the Purveyor of Fine Words
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and Magical Phrases counted his discarded treasures with cash
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register eyes. Then in a dream he dreamt that was no dream,
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in a sleep he slept that was no sleep, the Purveyor of Fine
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Words and Magical Phrases muttered boldly, "Come, hold hands
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with me in this twilight of talk...but don't leave go of my
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hand...I'm no braver than you."
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He, of course, was referring to Priscilla the Trout Princess,
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who was a nearly normal creature in this land of trenchcoated
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degenerates. Priscilla was named the Trout Princess because
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she was always chasing rainbows. Priscilla was doing well in
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remedial thought and self control until she heard the
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Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases mumble to himself,
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"Where does the beginning end...where does the ending begin?"
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The Trout Princess took exception to the utterances of the
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Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases and quietly
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shouted, "We will begin again the beginning that will never
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end. The children of our children's children will sing the
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many melodied one-song as the crimson edge of dawn creases
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the eastern horizon."
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Priscilla took the hand of the Purveyor of Fine Words and
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Magical Phrases and led him blindly to a secret place. "Look
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at the rainbow," she proclaimed, "Chase it with a closed mind
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and you will find a puddle. Gaze upon it with careful
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consideration and you will discover beauty." Priscilla the
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Trout Princess continued, "Open your mind and let the birds
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sing in your brain." Priscilla startled the Purveyor of Fine
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Words and Magical Phrases when she led him to a golden field
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of wild flowers and whispered softly, "If you pause long
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enough, you will see and smell the flowers."
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The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases was pleased.
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He took the hand of Priscilla the Trout Princess, and said
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sincerely, "Come, hold hands with me and lead me out of the
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emptiness of my own mind."
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Priscilla the Trout Princess, and the Purveyor of Fine Words
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and Magical Phrases lived happily ever after chasing rainbows
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and smelling wild flowers.
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2) Escape?...Only for a Little While...
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Once upon a time, even before your mother was born, there
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existed a barely acceptable degenerate who was called the
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Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases. The purveyor
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toiled for many Barons, both honorable and dishonorable,
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constructing magical displays of sounds, words and dazzling
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images. One day the Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical
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Phrases. suddenly found himself lost in the emptiness of his
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own mind.
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The purveyor turned to his old friend Priscilla The Trout
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Princess. She was called The Trout Princess because she was
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always chasing rainbows. Priscilla pampered him and scolded
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him until he regained some degree of normalcy.
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The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases went about his
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business of creating fine words and magical images with a new
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found insight of what pleased the Barons of greed and
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mistrust.
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To cope with the deceit, greed and selfishness of the
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purveyors of mindless banter, he turned to the Scottish Mead
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and the table of sumptuous repasts. The purveyor turned into
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himself for protection from the evils around him. The fine
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words and magical phrases still flowed, but with a touch of
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the bizarre.
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One day, during the loneliness of the yuletide season, the
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purveyor suddenly got his wits about him and quietly shouted,
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"Where does the beginning end and where does the ending
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begin?" He magically discovered that now is the time to
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begin again the beginning that will never end. The broken
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wings of a flightless bird can be mended. He began...and is
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continuing the beginning that will end when there is no
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flight left.
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The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases when lost in
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the emptiness of his own mind, could only find a puddle at
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the end of the rainbow. Now, the end of the rainbow is
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filled with brilliant color and soft beauty.
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3) Search for Priscilla...
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Once upon a time, even before anyone can remember, there
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existed a wondrous fantasy land of California girls and
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middle-aged degenerates. One of these middle-aged
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degenerates was called "The Purveyor of Fine Words and
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Magical Phrases."
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The perverted purveyor of riddles and words and amorous
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thoughts pursued his questionable craft with the cunning of
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cat. His successes were admired by the younger princes of
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the kingdom. Joyous ocassions arose when the purveyor told
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of his triumphant crusades in the land of abundant pleasures.
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One brilliant day the purveyor returned from one of his many
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recent crusades with a heavy heart. He gathered the young
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princes of the castle around him and told his sad, but
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enlightening tale.
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Elizabeth, the princess of Happauge, visited the purveyor in
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his castle of polished floors and hedonistic trappings. All
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went well for the first two moonlit nights. The purveyor and
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the princess were blissful and joyous and reveled in the love
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they shared for each other. But, alas, the purveyor and the
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princess discovered the magic they shared was only a fantasy
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of their imagined dreams. Their pleasures were quickly
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tarnished by the reality of cold morning quiet and bad
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breath. The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases and
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Elizabeth, the Princess of Happauge, parted, not as lovers,
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but friends.
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They will remain friends forever, or for at least a year, but
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the purveyor now wanted to discard the fantasies and search
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for Priscilla the Trout Princess. He turned to his wise
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spiritual mentor, The Purveyor of Fine Thoughts and Good
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Deeds, for help in the search for Priscilla the Princess of
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Joy and Unselfishness.
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Priscilla is there...somewhere. Have you seen Priscilla?
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5) A Fable for the Season...
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Once upon a time, before anyone cares to remember, there
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existed a sad and lonely scribe called the Purveyor of Fine
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Words and Magical Phrases. He dwelt in a land of greed and
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empty promises.
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The Purveyor of Fine Words and Magical Phrases pondered the
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meaning of the meaningless void that was the emptiness of his
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own mind. Suddenly one day, without warning, the purveyor
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happened upon Priscilla the princess of light and beauty.
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Throughout the kingdom Priscilla was fondly called the Trout
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Princess because she was always chasing rainbows.
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Priscilla took pity upon the Purveyor of Fine Words and
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Magical Phrases. She took his hand and led him to a secret
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place of light and color and warm thoughts and said softly,
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"Stare at the light and fill the emptiness of your mind with
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thoughts of joy and celebration and smiles of unremembered
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dreams."
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The purveyor was startled by the generous offer of Priscilla
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and eagerly absorbed the brilliant treasures into his once
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shallow and empty mind. The Purveyor of Fine Words and
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Magical Phrases was pleased and proudly proclaimed for all
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the kingdom to hear, "Come, share with me this truly
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magnificent place that glows with the brilliant light and
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gentle colors of a watery diamond. This wondrous place of
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constant surprise sparkles with the shimmering brilliance of
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an echoing star."
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Priscilla the Trout Princess and the Purveyor of Fine Words
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and Magical Phrases looked at each other unafraid, and smiled
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at each other separately, the knowing smile of enlightened
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awareness.
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