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head was straight . . . but there it is. It’s dark, and there’s a man walking
away from me. A woman walking away from me? A woman, wearing a
blue dress. It’s Anna.
Blood is throbbing in my head, my heart pounding. I don’t know
whether what I’m seeing, feeling, is real or not, imagination or memory.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and try to feel it again, to see it again, but
it’s gone.