It’s a house in the distance, sitting on top of the horizon, and before it is the thin dirt path surrounded by gently swaying grass, stretching from you to this fixed but unknown point in the future. The house remains the same size when you’re looking, when you’re not, out of the corner of your eye, in your peripheral, when you’re awake and when
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