The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 7 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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In a flutter of a heart beat the motion slowed down. Where was she now? And what did she find? A new place! But how could this be? And safe? I guess she shall see. It was somewhere but nowhere and everywhere it seemed! She felt for her kitty, but kitty was not in her arms! “All alone, oh no! and my kitty she’s gone!” But no, that was not so, there were voices and song, from the outer reaches of space, as well as next to her face, voices calling out to her sweetly, soothing and strong.

In her confusion, without kitty she flung out her arms, grasping for something, anything to latch onto—there was nothing. Nothing at all! No hands! No arms! No body! All, all, gone!

She squeezed her eyes tightly, not wanting to peek, in case she might freak! “Oh please take a peek, you’re in for a treat!” the melodious voices did speak. She tweaked an eye open, just barely a slit, and what did she find? Spirals of stardust, sparkling and shimmering, coiling and spinning, replacing her body, her arms!

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 3 of 12

And the tale contInues . . .

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Oh kitty cat, smart kitty cat, let’s fly through the night, then guide us and find us, The Goddess of Starlight, who will transport us on, from there, then beyond, to the ME in this life!

Oh kitty cat, fearless kitty cat, let’s do it this night, and do it we will without any fright!

Oh kitty cat, adventurous kitty cat, hold on to me tight!

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The Vortex of Vor—A story in Twelve Parts . . . 2 of 12

And the tale continues . . .

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A young girl, vulnerable and open, is wide-eyed to her world, a world fresh and undiscovered. It is a world that is mysterious, and at times scary, oh yes, with goosebumps crawling on her flesh!

With questions, there were many, some her daddy, he could answer, but not all, and that was where the problem falls, because, the most important question begged an answer, a question no adult could answer, a place no adult could go, because, it was up to her to know.

And to know was so important, but the how, was to allow, a mystery to unfold. Yet, for this young girl, whose imagination was alive, it would only take the blink of an eye, to fly into realms unknown, to understand the why.

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