These Dreams of You

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Zan says, “It’s an email?”

“It’s a posting,” says the boy, “nobody emails anymore.”

“Mom sent us a message?”

“Not exactly a message, not exactly to us.”

“Parker,” the father quietly implores, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s for anyone who sees it.” In place of text is a photo. In the background of the photo is a monumental structure, six columns — though there are more corresponding columns behind the six — capped with a massive stone ledge. On top is the sculpture of a chariot, drawn by four horses and driven by a winged woman carrying a long scepter. At the end of the scepter is an Iron Cross, and above that a mighty bird spreads its own wings.