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January 18, 2012

I walk over to the window, to the darkness in the wall.† It is hung with heavy curtains that donít touch in the middle.† Looking out I can see a light off in the distance. There is also a light on the side of the building.† The window is one of those door walls that open onto a balcony, and I can make out that I am fairly high off the ground.† I canít tell how high.† The ground itself is swallowed in darkness below.† I seem to have memories of this place.† They must have been given to me.†