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It was a corral, or something like it, and we were headed out east before-- just before dawn. As time passed and we kept talking the horizon turned purple and green from black. Later, some fingers of red crept up, and though we were both tired and we could have just as easily enjoyed the view sitting or standing idly, the conversation stirred us forward, out past the edge of the enclosure. The ground was mostly dirt, brownish-red, and when she started to run it kicked up into haze. When I caught up she was staring at something I couldn't see and talking about her dog, a pug, a puppy she'd just recently acquired, and about the thing I couldn't see which she said I could see, too, but only if I put her hands over my eyes. This is where the conversation stopped, and where my arms and my legs and my hands should have been there was nothing. There hadn't ever been anything, and whether it was because I was carefree or careless or neurotic, I hadn't noticed and it couldn't ever matter.