It was almost three years before I could return to Wonderland. Before I realized that for all the beauty of morning mists in Darjeeling or the bustle of a market in Hong Kong or the excitement of riding heavy surf at the prow of the Wonder, there was nothing in the world Above that could compare to Underland. Mostly, because I was lonely. I had
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