“Curiouser and curiouser.”
Alice had tried the forbidden door in her mother’s room and entered a new world.
After bursts of colored lights, she found herself in a corridor.
The hall was longer than the house, disappearing into the distance.
“Why have I never seen it from outside?” the girl wondered.
A March Hare paused its tantrum. “Do you have some rain?”
“What?” As soon as the words left her lips, umbrellas started to descend from the sky.
“Too late.” The hare turned into a daffodil.
“Mom!” It was her sister’s voice. “Alice has been in your medicinal marijuana again!”
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The photo had a trippy, psychedelic look to me, yet there was hint of the whimsical, and I imagined poor Alice…. as sung by Grace Slick ;)