Through Their Windows: A Dream

I am flying, or hovering more like, drifting among buildings of a kind I have never seen before, but through their windows I can see the people I know, all of them, though they do not see me, and though there are no doors on these buildings that I can find, no way for them to come to me, even if our eyes should meet.

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