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Caitlin was running. She was back in the field, running through the knee-high grass. It was daybreak, and as she ran, the world seemed to rotate. She felt as if she were running right towards the large, glowing sun.
There, on the horizon, stood her father, his silhouette lit by the sun. His arms were opened wide, waiting to embrace her. She could not make out his features, but she did know that he was grinning, waiting to embrace her. If only she ran faster.
Caitlin ran for all she had, but no matter how fast she went, he kept getting farther.
She was not surprised. This was how the dream always went. A part of her knew this even as she dreamt it.
But this time, something happened. This time, suddenly, she gained ground. He was actually getting closer.
As she ran closer to h
