I am sleeping but I see something just out of reach. It is a wall made of unfinished pine. It is suspended from the house jousts and hovers six inches off the basement floor.
I see scraps of card stock, paper, and transparent rice papers attached to the wall. I see gently emerging from the fields of white, what appears to be black entanglements of power lines or bird nests.
I move in my sleep but one by ones and insulation is piled in front of the wall. The wind wakes me. The basement is empty. I can't find the pine wall.
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