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Counting

October 30, 2010
The dark sighed around her. She had awoken from something less like a dream, and more like a tumble through a viscous atmosphere. She lay very still, counting each rise and fall of her abdomen. She lay very still, counting each limb. She lay very still, counting on a swift trip toward morning.

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