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[short story] The Question 

I walked across the covered bridge, looking out into the winter wonderland. The bridge was notably solid and firm in the cold winter wind. After walking for a while there was a man at the end of the bridge. With a raspy voice, he spoke: "Welcome traveler, I am your guide to this place. Please, ask me absolutely anything." Curiously I spoke back:

"Anything?"

"Absolutely anything about any topic."

"What is the meaning of this world and the people who live in it?"

The man chuckled to himself, smiled and looked out at the mountains we were close to. He started to sing:

"Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily;
...
life is but...a dream."

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