I was in a kind of no-man's-land, a place between places. The mind plays all sorts of trucks, gets up to all kinds of things while we ourselves are slumbering in a white zone that looks for all the world like inattention to the onlooker.
I was in a kind of no-man's-land, a place between places. The mind plays all sorts of trucks, gets up to all kinds of things while we ourselves are slumbering in a white zone that looks for all the world like inattention to the onlooker.
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