I had been observing her my entire life, and a shadow of incompleteness sometimes hovered behind her. A dense shadow, three dimensional, thickening around a core of mystery. The mystery vanished when she mentioned casually a dream she had abandoned decades ago, pretending it meant nothing even as it dropped through the conversation like a bowling ball through old floorboards, letting loose a shaft of light. I could see something I hadn't before.
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