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In this photo, I see my own dog stretching. I see the yoga pose downward dog which I practice almost prosaically every day. I see the majesty of nature, in nails, in mane. I see the power of violence. What do you see?
“It isn’t Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”
“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.
“Are -are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.
“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”