Porcelain.

It's the middle of summer. You're wandering across an open lot over cracked pavement and overgrown grass. Sunflowers lean against a high, chain-link fence to your right, languishing in the heat. Cicadas are buzzing so loud as to be nearly deafening.

In the distance, the Dallas skyline stretches. But for now, you stand apart from the lively energy of the city, separated by vast, overgrown fields and dilapidated buildings. You feel overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia. Past experiences glow in your mind like wildfire. Suddenly, the curtain that separates you from the past is lifted. Yearning to reunite with what was, or what promised to be, you roam around.

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