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There was a time when I never gave a thought to the unstable nature of life and the few, so pitifully few, times our paths crossed with any reality in the world. When I was young, I imagined I saw fleeting glimpses of other realities. Tiny images caught out of the corner of my eye. Never lasting. Leaving some half-remembered shapes. Defying description. Real, unreal. I thought nothing of these save the expectation they would reveal themselves one day if they chose to. I saw less and less of them as I grew older and, eventually, I dismissed them as imaginings and dreams of a child trying to make sense of the world.

But I was wrong…

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