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I am a teleporter. I am open like a leaky vase. I get lonely from passing through. I go to visit friends. My route takes me through odd terrain. My connections tap and shudder. My arm throbs. I slow down upon approach. Their houses reflect the sky. They are invisible unless you look away and back. They receive me when I am tired. We greet each other. We peel the labels off each other's faces. Teleportation is a skill and a destiny. It isn't for the solid. It will be important in the future.