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Let me come out of this rock.

She couldn’t understand how she had said it or how she’d understood what she had said. Through joined hands she and she were balanced on a cusp and the wall of stone was no more than the finest membrane between them. For a moment they spun around in a slow orbit on the axis of the hand clasp. Then Julie felt herself pushing through, or the membrane was shaping itself to accommodate her, like a glove turning itself outside in. Or herself, with the other hand inverting to fit itself perfectly over her own, the whole other skin stretching over her flesh, her bones, her re-forming body.

Now the stone wall was behind her and she stood on the ledge before the rock shelter, her face in the wind, looking out through astonished eyes of the other, into another world.