I sleep.
Color-wheel kaleidoscope waterfalls. Birds circle overhead the perfectly coordinated triads and tetrads, changing as I gaze at them. I wear a tan suit and pearls, my hair is blonde, light, free. I move in fast, choppy motions, like old film stock skipping frames. I look over the bridge; I can fly! I take my heels off, climb over, and
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