At about dusk one night not long ago, I was closing the gate at my office and had a hallucination that took over my consciousness completely – if only for a moment. It was of my wife at home in the kitchen.
She was wrestling a rarely used vessel and an associated implement from the dusty far reaches of a deep cupboard. It had been a wedding present and I don’t think it’d seen the light of day since the birth of our first child nearly 30 years ago. It soon dissolved, I secured the gate, and drove home.
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