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Wallace told Zoey, "I'm starting to hear my dreams again"
He'd never seen them before; they'd
only ever come to him in whispers
as frequently as waves hit him
and as often as the sea sprayed.
She said, "Wall, is he mad?"
He said, "Who, Zoey?"
She said, "I don't know. Me or maybe you."