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Mar 2017
If you are reading this you've already found the red house.  Now the instructions I am about to give you will not always be clear, and my reasoning may not be sound to your feeble mind, but this is for you, this is what you wanted.

Go out the back door, to your left there will be a gilded compass, take it, and do not let go of it, but whatever you do don't follow it, and if it tries to speak to you, never respond.  To the East you will see the distant fjords and perhaps some stars above it. (Do not look to long at the stars or they may come and sweep you away, as they do not applaud staring eyes.) Don't bother looking to the East. And never look south it will only bring upon you the temptation to go back.

Go now. Walk North into the forest. Many people enter this forest, few come out, but then again, few have me to guide them.  Do not feel a lack of companionship the flowers can speak and you are free to talk with them, just don't speak to the morning glories. Follow the path, past the hollow trees where fairies build homes, across the inexplicably well maintained bridges over streams. Until you reach a small tree, so twisted and contorted it seems it cannot be real, but it is. Look for the next page there.
Scott Hamsun
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Scott Hamsun  22/M/Bergen
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