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Encounter
It happened or
it did not
sometimes I dream in shades of white
the lamp goes off,
a surge of heaviness suspends over the bed
the energy, the vibration of air:
interrupted
suddenly there is a small girl
in a simple dress
her particles of grief rattling the windows
It lasts for seconds,
like a star shooting from
the corner of my eye
I turn over
and dream of glass breaking
