The phrase was uttered as a prognosis as much as a question and so we smiled an affirmative, in relief, that we were not the only one’s to have been thus transported…
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It is not by happy chance, alone, that one is brought here, although happen stance can play a part in bringing people to this beguiling, auspicious place, which is not a place so much as a state of being…
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For those who have never been, it’s inhabitants are apt to appear forgetful, or inept, or even…foolish.
There are no machines of any kind in Cloud City, nor or there any contraptions…
Of what use is it then, and what possible good can come of it?
One word…
Replenishment.
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