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Upon her arrival in town, Asha notices a small, rundown arcade house â€”generated by an Old man in a black hat, and a mean cat with peppered furâ€” and curiously goes inside; wanting to see more. She doesn't quite know yet that she's going to be kidnapped and sent to another world....
In the when the sun has gone down behind the trees, thoughts come, like friends or like foes, to disturb the corridors of peace. This poem is the captured thoughts of such an evening and is intended to celebrate the randomness of ideas as they occur, and their connectivity.