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Dreams hovered like mist after waking for Jess, like a night’s rain lingering as fog in the following break of day. Awakened by the flight’s turbulence he opened his eyes, and the half-sleeping recollections of Adriana seemed to linger, seeping from the airplane’s air-conditioning as condensing vapour.

The Tenor of

These Delusions

BY KARLO ANTONIO DAVID