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Horizon : White Sands Horizon : White Sands Haze : Cloudy Forms Haze : Cloudy Forms Haze : Cloudy Forms
 
The long parallel shadow lines cross Jacob one by one, each triggering a different thought or picture, which tells him something he already knows (that does dim the impact of the feelings).
 
 
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Their shadows crossed my face, and I began to cry.







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