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  • And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

    Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.515, Simon and Schuster