Her waist-length black hair shimmers in the moonlight as she runs from me, a white willowy dress rippling like waves in the sea. She ducks behind a tree and disappears. When I peer around its trunk the sun is shining bright at my seat on the train.
I’ve been in and out of this fugue state for the good part of a month and a half. I left New York as soon a…
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