The Present Art of Bird Watching
<p><em>The drive was quick but everlong as I felt my arms and hands extend way past the boundaries of my body. I was disassociating…again. Most days, I was. Derealization peppered in, it felt more like the world around me was tucked away in Hope County, like in that video game we just played. But I was aggressively here, or so I was told…</em></p>
<p><em>The sun had all but set completely as my mind began to drown deep into the depths of itself. We almost zipped right through Lake Bloomington when I saw big specks of white resting upon the local watering hole.<br />
“Hey wait! Stop the car. I think there’s a bunch of swans on the water!”</em></p>
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