Three times she travelled until the last stop on the F line. Each as if it was the first. There she found a meatless Disneyland, only skin, bone and memories. She thought of Dorothy and her dog. On her skin she felt the taste of the sea and she discovered new flavours as she dived into the freezing cold water. Now she fears everything will vanish like a wave that goes and never returns. Unlike her, I never travelled to the end of the F line. But I can see, hear and feel it. Can you?
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