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My
own
moment
of
unease
was
passing
.
Dreams
,
after
all
,
are
insubstantial
things
,
like
mist
itself
.
"
Sure
.
You
've
seen
fog
on
the
lake
before
.
"
"
Never
like
that
.
That
looks
more
like
a
cloud
.
"
"
It
's
the
brightness
of
the
sun
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
's
the
same
way
clouds
look
from
an
airplane
when
you
fly
over
them
.
"
"
What
would
do
it
?
We
only
get
fog
in
damp
weather
.
"
"
No
,
we
've
got
it
right
now
,
"
I
said
.
"
Harrison
does
,
anyway
.
It
's
a
little
leftover
from
the
storm
,
that
's
all
.
Two
fronts
meeting
.
Something
along
that
line
.
"
"
David
,
are
you
sure
?
"
I
laughed
and
hauled
my
arm
around
her
neck
.
"
No
,
actually
,
I
'm
bullshitting
like
crazy
.
If
I
was
sure
,
I
'd
be
doing
the
weather
on
the
six-o'clock
news
.
Go
on
and
make
your
shopping
list
.
"
She
gave
me
one
more
doubtful
glance
,
looked
at
the
fogbank
for
a
moment
or
two
with
the
flat
of
her
hand
held
up
to
shade
her
eyes
,
and
then
shook
her
head
.
"
Weird
,
"
she
said
,
and
walked
away
.
