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I managed to reign myself in, but the victory scarcely felt victorious. I anticipate the obstacle course stretching out endlessly like the pictures in one of those gift books that you toss onto a coffee table. Stereograms. I had a dream like this, over and over: metal bars in a creek beneath a darkened sky. The difference was notable however: There was an end. A tiny bit of blue sky protruded through mist; but it wasn't sky. My dream self knew, without attempting to do so, that were one to reach out and knock on the blueness, one would feel solid wood.

Marya wrote that she remembers few things from the inside out. I understand wholly.