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She looked around. She was wondering where she was. Who she was. The place didn’t look familiar. There were lots of trees around her. And there was a little brook running quite near where she stood. As far as she could see there were no signs of any life, human or otherwise. She tried to remember how she had got here. She couldn’t. she tried to remember what her name was. She couldn’t. she looked at her hands. She didn’t recognize them. Now, she was getting scared. She frantically searched her pockets for any sign of who she could be, where she was, what had happened. All the pockets were empty. it was starting to get dark. The sun was setting. She decided to ignore her wildly thumping heart and lie down beneath a tree and try to rest. She stared at the sky above her. The blinking stars. Did they know who she was? Did it matter? Everything around her just contributed more questions. Questions to which she had no answers. Perhaps, there were no answers. Only questions. She wondered if she was even human. What was human anyway? Was she alive? What did it mean to be alive? Would anyone ever find her? Was there anyone out there? Did it matter? Does it matter if it matters? Perhaps there were only questions. And she slept on.