The long walk home again, half-glimpsed afterimages of the graphs and diagrams he'd overstudied flashing in his eyes, disturbing his vision ever so mildly as he made his way along the streets. Didn't matter. He could hear people as well as he could see them, hear the faltering in each footstep, hear the tension hidden deep within the voice. They
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On my other blog I periodically posted the details of the vivid dreams I had, but one particular blogger would provide his own (non-expert) analyses of them. Took the fun out of it.
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