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And suddenly it was dark. There were candles in the draw in the dresser. I don't know how I found them, it felt too easy, as it does in dreams. And then I remembered- I didn't know where they were, my children, out in the dark somewhere. I had to find them. The streets were like Arabia, full of colourful sheets and low walled houses, all dark. I saw people running on the stairs to mezzanines, or shouting up at windows and hanging on low balcony walls legs dangling like dolls, but there were not many people, and after the houses there were none and the road was just a dusty line in the desert.
Years later I saw her face upon the hillside, made up of hundred lights burning brilliantly, and I knew she was dead.