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Ordinarily, the building I am in sits atop a mesa, with mountains (well,
foothills) rising behind it, and the rest of the city to the east.
But today the mesa has cut its ties with the rest of the land, and is 
floating in a sea of fog and cloud.  I can almost feel the motion,
if I concentrate.

I can't see the city.  I can't see the mountains.  My window looks out
onto the traffic circle, and the tree plaza, and then an endless depthless
nothingness.  If I were to jump from the railing, I might fall forever 
through the whiteness.

Ilana
here there be dragons

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