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Claire leaned her head against the window, feeling the heat slowly seep into her hair. She gazed out over the hill, where she could see the Biosfera on the horizon. She could only imagine how unbearable it must feel in there today, but she then thought about how it currently felt within the confines of her own dome. The drone of the bus engine kept her pensive, as her seat rocked gently as the driver navigated route 19 along Calle Salnias.
She had seen Tyler off safely to school, and now she only had a few hours to run her errands. She tried not to think about the other night, but it seemed too much like a turning point. She feared it was a point of no return.
Claire lurched forward as the bus came to a stop.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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