I find myself in a crowd, a head taller than most, but this is nothing new. I chat with my friends and those I recognize as many others mill about, but nothing really feels real, nothing seems tangible enough to draw my attention. Then I see you. You are as obscured as you can be this night, well before I knew you and seemingly even before you've bloomed. You are small and sepia, attempting to blend in amongst dull colors, but even still I spot you at the farthest distance, first sight, and stop and stare. I recognize you straight away, despite what seems reasonable or possibly even appropriate for this scenario, and I catch your curious eyes fixed on only me from the crowd. In some senses I had seen you many times before, but in these dreams it is as if every time is the first for me, and I light up with joy invariably. For you it seems different though, and I realize this may very well be the first time you've seen me. You slip into the crowd once more, but it is clear you ar...
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