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I didn't die. I woke up in the box.
Startled and then bored. But remarkably comfortable. I started to
think about my ideas and realized in a flash that I had been wrong.
But where? A life's work become vapor. That didn't sit right with me.
At virtually the same time there was a tremendous thunderstorm. From
inside the box, it sounded like Ludwig van. I could hear the clashing
of the large drums and the blaring of horns and the crescendo of
duelling violins. And then a flood . That swept my coffin down a fast
moving river until I became lodged in some high reeds. A beautiful
young woman named Imelda saw my coffin, opened it up. And so I arose.
Ah, I said to myself, I have become Moses.
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