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She walked out into the train station slowly, letting it hit her head on. The bustle---the everything in front of her was overwhelming. And amazing, but mostly overwhelming.

Picture something in your mind. 

Anything.

Then, like water eroding the sand on a cliff,

like a white van coming to take them away,

like a dream,

imagine it different.

imagine it better

or worse,

somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.

somewhere a cold blind man suffers.

they will never meet.

There's a grapefruit spindrift on the kitchen island where I’m sitting. The digital clock at the top of my Mac Book Air screen reads 9:16 p.m.

I’m still stuck in the same grade, with the same people, doing the same thing. I’m ready to expand like steam filling a room, like water gushing from a spigot and into a basin. I’m ready to float, or maybe sink.