Sometimes you think you knowwhere you are in a storybut thena cloud descends

and you're no longer sure:
Is this the right setting?What's down there in that valley?What is going to happen?Why can't I see . . .?
You walk from one roomto the nextYou wash a dish or twoand then

The cloud lifts!It's a miracle.You know where you are.You know where you're going.
At least for the time being . . .
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