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This must be a dream.

Archer glows,
a smile on his face,
his head tilted to match my own,
his hand extended in the offering.

Is he real?
Is any of this real?
I'm hesitant to believe it.
Slowly,
I raise my hand,
and keep it in his open palm.

That's when I notice it.

The flesh.
The shape.
It's me.

Tryst.

I'm back. 

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