Twice she makes an appearance, emerging from the shadows, a presence both close and distant.
It's not really her, or anyone, but an idea, a wandering thought, a feeling — at once a memory thought forgotten and a dream yet anticipated.
For hers is an emergence from the shadows of the mind and heart, and a return to their depths, so fleeting and familiar, like the faint scent of smoke from a distant fire, drifting through the night air.
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Thom | Hofnarr, December 2025