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not at school, not at church, not in this dimension. but somewhere away from the video games and the bright lights of your world. somewhere closer to mine. maybe you saw me in that train yard. maybe you felt the outside for the first time, not in the purple room of your grandma's house, but in that field. and you turned away that day, not knowing exactly what you saw, how to put it into words. but you resolved to return one day, in whatever way possible. but i guess it was me who crossed...