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Tuesday, September 18, 2001
It was cold.
The young man got up slowly from the ground and slowly wiped his face. There was nothing on his face to really wipe, but instinctively he did it... as if with the motion of his hand he could wipe away the pervasive psychological fog that was over him. Where am I? As his eyes slowly began to focus on the landscape around him, he took a deep breath. A pale gray blanket of clouds obscured the sky, and yet whatever celestial light that was behind them still managed to pour through a myriad of small breaks, in thin, lance-like beams. But what struck the young man was his surroundings. As far as he could see, there was nothing. His eyes strained toward the horizons, searching for anything... but still, there was nothing. He wasn't really sure how he even understood what the concept was, but things... well, things just didn't see right. At least the way they were. Hmmm... Turning around slowly, the young man discovered something. The first something in a land of nothing. Its body rose from the ground, slightly curved to one end, until it fragmented into several different strands of every thickness, length, and angle, grasping skyward. It towered above him unobstrusively, but still, in a strange way it wasn't intimidating at all. It was a tree. The young man wasn't sure how he knew that it was called a tree, but that's what it was. Though it occurred to the young man that he should be somewhere, he wasn't exactly sure where that somewhere was. Did he forget or did he just not even know in the first place? The young man wiped his face again, this time drawing his hand even slower down his face. I wonder... Without even standing up, the young man moved himself toward the tree. It was just a body length away, so he simply dragged himself by his arms toward the tree. When he reached the base of the tree, the young man turned back around and leaned back against the trunk. He bowed his head, resting his chin on his chest, and folded his hands across his stomach. It felt right. At least, it was first thing that he felt was right in awhile. Interesting. Am I dreaming? | 
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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