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Na was dreaming. She was standing at the edge of a brilliant green field of ripe rice. A small boy stood by her side. The sky was full of luminescent rainclouds . They didn’t obscure the sun, but transformed the light into golden beams which crisscrossed the sky. A gust of wind was blowing towards them, turning the rice paddy into a shifting emerald sea. The boy put his arms around her waist, bracing himself against the gale. She held him tight and together they closed their eyes, smiling into the wind.

Na woke up with a jolt. She winced against the harsh flourescent light flickering overhead.