[She then bolted fast in one direction. Aurora’s mind was overloading. Her feet meeting the sizes of other foot prints, the bushes and the plants, the tree, and the small tents and buildings. The spread out sheds and shacks, the food.
She would stop by a food stand, looking at the pies.
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She would stop by a food stand, looking at the pies.
This was all real. And not a dream.
She became one of the giants.]