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when i wake up it is mid day and my sister is already out washing the car or painting murals. the blindfold is now off and my eyes are adjusting. the subliminal flashing dreams have been replaced with things of more substance; shadows, animals, trees, and sometimes people. i've found myself in the middle of everything. it is midday, i'm in the middle of nowhere and though it's winter there's a distinct heat in the breeze that seemed to form over a hot spring miles away. not sleeping, not awake. not a human, not a ghost. |
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