In the stillness that is night I awake, disoriented,
wondering at the dream fleeing my consciousness and the absurd feeling I have
that I need to grasp it, hold it close. Then, like a small wave crawling
reluctantly back to a beach as the tide goes out, so come bits of dreamscape -
you aren't here, you aren't, you—
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