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The Authentic Eclectic
War & Tea Cozies
She placed her bare hand in the snow and it was the most beautiful hand I’d ever seen.
“If you concentrate hard enough, you can push right through.”
This line echoes in my mind as I lie in bed, reeling from the night. I nibble the crust of the memory like a gourmand at a Michelin restaurant, reliving my misinterpretation that she meant the snow several times.
Her hand sank through the snow like a torch, then continued through the frozen ground without breaking speed. I was still calm at that point. I figured there was some tool in her hand that I had missed. A second later, her arm was in the ground up to the shoulder.
The wind blew my hat off my head. I turned to pick it up, but it wasn’t there. Something brushed my hair. I looked up to see her disembodied hand dangling the hat over me.
“Woah!” I stumbled back and fell over, gaping. My mind scrambled to make sense of it.
She dropped the hat and withdrew her arm from the ground, laughing. “That’s the least of it. You can reach all sorts of places. You can bring your entire self, as long as you leave a line back.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, get up.”
I pushed to my feet, trying to regain my dignity. I retrieved my hat. “So, is this some kind of optical…
