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April 10, 2009
Driving in the light of a full moon, I took off my glasses. Everything seemed to clear up. In the black and white landscape, I could clearly make out every tree along the highway. The road like a piece of shiny satin ribbon, silver. Not gray. Not asphalt. Even the road rumble seemed to fade away. The moon lit up a cloud. It glowed along the edge. The sky behind it softened into velvet. Here and there a star like a sequin.

It all felt so easy. I turned off the lights. The dashboard blinked out. I was flying.