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Awake, the woman fears driving in snow.Asleep, she flies out and above it.Awake, she lurchesthrough traffic asleep, she walks towardthe railway tunnel awake, she grievesgrey hair asleep, tosses it long and golden.Awake, she clutches the newspaper,Asleep, dodges gunfire awake, she lies alonein a small dry room asleep, she welcomeslovers to her bed in the glade. Awake,