FORTY-EIGHT HOURS TO THEN
Should be from then. Anyhow what
matters is the then not the from or to.
That was me. That was us. Neither a
minus nor a plus, I stood on a golf-field
near where the traffic fanned by. The
ground right there had always seemed
flat to me, and straight and level. Now
I saw it was not that at all but hill'd and
beveled. How revelations like that occur,
I'll never for the life of me know.
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