“As evening drew on, I tore myself away from my desk, went out into the field, and wandered this way and that, this way and that, until at some point I found myself dancing. At first it was awful: I kept stopping and looking around. But then awareness yielded to motion. I was scooping up great armfuls of mist, plunging deeper and deeper into it, moving ever more freely. And then I completely lost myself in it.”
From “Mist” by Julia Lukshina, translated from the Russian by Anne O. Fisher.
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