Tim sat up suddenly and pointed out the window in excitement. “No way! There's one right now!” Tara leaned over to see. “Really?” He laughed. “Made you look!”
Rebirth through agoraphilia is then a special instance of flight into reality.
I reared her myself—my little white gooseling;
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night.
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