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I awake, adrift in a warm, surrounding darkness, bound and restrained. I hear a pulsating sound.

In what strange circumstance do I find myself? What have I done to be so confined?

In the darkness a light begins to dawn. With constricted movements, I struggle toward it as best I can, determined to be free.

I tire and must stop to rest, but, anxious to escape, I soon continue my efforts. The pounding noise intensifies. I am frightened but I forge ahead.

Suddenly, I remember my death but immediately begin to forget as I emerge into brightness, and am born.

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