A Boundary of Flowers

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I was 11 years old walking home from school. I stepped out in front of a car which hit me on my bottom. I was propelled through the air, I thought “this will hurt” as I fell to earth. I felt no pain and then (I guess when my head hit the ground) I heard a “crack” and suddenly I was being pulled rapidly upwards. I found myself standing in front of a woman who was very beautiful. She appeared to be in her 30’s although I knew she was hundereds of years old (I dont know how I knew this).

There was a hedge which contained wonderful flowers in colors I had never seen before. They were huge. I was not allowed to pass this boundry. The lady told me I had to go back and that I had work to do. I was unhappy with this. I was totally at peace. I felt no wish to return and had no thoughts about who or what I had left behind.

Suddenly I was lying on the ground, my head hurt badly and there were people all around me.

Last Updated ( Thursday, 21 December 2006 05:55 )

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