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She felt a disjunction similar to the optical illusion where train tracks stretching into the distance appear to converge at the vanishing point, but as station after station goes by, the view ahead never changes, and the parallel rails of course never meet. What appears in the present moment to be an inevitable convergence is, in the end, only an illusion.
At the End of the Matinee
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