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She felt his wavelength. She past the real eight foot Christmas tree. The pine smelled of clove. C red, green, blue, and orange bulbs lighted it. She felt Dorothy’s tenseness, walking over the rainbow. She turned left and walked along the brass railing to his table. “Excuse me, Senor Nogson.” 🎦 THE... Sign in to see full entry.