Tonight this city exists only for her. Darkness has begun to wrap its arms around the night and as she walks the few blocks from the train each passing face is one from the past.
Faces from home, from high school, undergrad and grad school. She feels as if she is sleepwalking.
Why these faces and why this particular evening?
It's like she's in the middle of a dream, but she feels more awake than she has all day. It's an odd feeling and she decides she may need to cut back on the afternoon coffee.
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