For Sonya’s Three Line Tales, on hearing the news from Italy.
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I had a dream last night that I was floating high above the world, so high I could see oceans and continents, so bright, so blue.
I wanted to spread my wings and soar, but my hands were bound, and something was in front of my face as the blue world slipped away out of my line of vision.
The blue, when my eyes blinked open, was the sterile light of a hospital ward, and I stared through a mask, a tangle of tubes and the blur of tears.