A sweet, lulling voice calls, "Come closer, come closer." It wraps around me, like a silk robe over a frail child. The boy stood there, a dream that always returned in my nightmares. Slowly, I reach out my fingers as though I can catch him. Make him stay. Make him mine. As fast as he had appeared, I watch him vanish.
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