The Distant Promise

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I dreamed of glass. It was not the clear, honest glass of a windowpane, but the thick, green-tinted substance of a car windshield, or perhaps the rim of a drinking glass held up to the light. In the dream, the object was whole, perfect, and it sat in the center of a room that felt too large for it. The air was still, holding its breath. I reached for it, my fingers grazing the smooth, cold...

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