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Dissociation is potent. Now, I find myself watching the sway of a treetop. It feels impossible to me that anything else should exist. In one leaf are my anxieties, my desires, some less-than-understood longing. It is more me than I am.

Then suddenly I'm no less here than I ever was. The leaf is unfamiliar. No amount of staring will change what it is back into what it was.