It was her third hour in place, the time when her attachment to the present was only the finest of silken threads. There was always an uncomfortable degree of self - awareness at first, no matter how many times she had done this, but after the first few times, that passed rather quickly. It had become rather easy to lose herself in her senses as
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And that sentiment!
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