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  • I’d met her at her going-away party. She was going to be moving with her family to South Africa in 2 weeks. We just hit it off – the connection between us was like electricity. In fact, she said I kissed like an electric guitar.

    I had never met as free a spirit as Amy. I was bouncing back from a devestating heartbreak, and she was putting a brave face on having to leave Windsor for such a strange land. We were both a breath of fresh air for each other.

    For the next two weeks, we spent every day together. It made no sense, but we were just drawn together like magnets. We did not consider ourselves anything but two people who really dug each other’s company. Those two weeks went by so fast, and then she was gone.

    I began to write a letter to her. Each day, I added a page or two. This went on for two weeks. Finally, I stuffed the 20-some page letter into an envelope, slapped some stamps on it, and mailed it off to her in South Africa.

    That night, I had the strangest dream. I was sitting in the cafeteria at Windsor High School with my friends, which made no sense since I was going to college in Hartford, when someone came up from behind me, covered my eyes and said “Guess Who?” In the dream, I turned around to see who it was, and it was her! “Amy! What are you doing here? Now, you can’t read my letter!”

    I remembered it when I first woke up, laughed it off, then forgot all about it as I headed off to school. My car had died, so I was hitchhiking back and forth to school in Hartford. My afternoon class got cancelled, so I was heading back home around lunch time. My second ride dropped me off near the high school, so I decided to drop in to see my friends there during lunch.

    As I sat at the table in the cafeteria with my friends, someone came up from behind me, put their hands over my eyes, and said, “Guess Who?” I turned around, saw her, and said “Amy! What are you doing here? Now you can’t read my letter!” I then immediately remembered the dream, and did complete double-take. She was dressed exactly the same as in the dream, the same people were sitting in the same places at the table, the whole scene was exactly as I'd dreamed it. It completely freaked me out.

    Her mother had hated South Africa, and used a medical issue as an excuse to come back to the states, and brought Amy with her. They stayed. We immediately picked up where we’d left off, and the friendship became much more.

    (Photo by Salt Lake City photographer Royce Bair, who uses digital cameras and what he describes as a 'copious collection of portable incandescent and flash lighting equipment' to capture his unique views of the night sky over Utah's spectacular canyons. His shots of Wall Street Canyon at Bryce Canyon National Park with the stars of our own galaxy, the Milky Way blazing overhead showcase some of his technique. Bair has been lecturing on night photography for two decades.)
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