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Lost

She stepped out from a ball of wool. who was she, where was she, why was she? 

Ink

Being lost she knew not to worry and that everything had a beginning. Memories she believed were there, like ink on the tips of her fingers

Sea and Sleep

Falling asleep she found herself in a sea of dreams, free to wander and find what she was looking for.

Underground 

While she slept, the roots of her memory began to spread. Different parts of her life became clearer. 

Illusion 

Suddenly it all felt real a way of getting back to her memories or was it just an illusion?

Found 

The key had been no illusion, just a way to find back her memories which were full of life and love.