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the flowers comprehend not that Alice is wearing a dress. They see her as a flower. her petals fading and falling down around her ankles.
Daisy: Do you suppose she's a wildflower?
Alice: If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.
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