[ Stuck to Claire's door is a piece of sturdy paper - a little bit bigger than a postcard. It'll be invisible to anyone but her until she picks it up, at which point visibility will be normal to everyone.
On it is a picture that's slightly surreal in its composition, bright colors, stereotypical placement. A desert landscape featuring a cactus and distant mountains and an open sky. The truly odd thing about it is that it seems to be moving. Clouds drift slowly; once every hour or so, a tumbleweed clunks dryly by. If she looks at it twelve hours from now, it'll be dark, with stars shining.
Handwritten on the back in spiky lettering is: I hope this is actually what Texas looks like. ]
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On it is a picture that's slightly surreal in its composition, bright colors, stereotypical placement. A desert landscape featuring a cactus and distant mountains and an open sky. The truly odd thing about it is that it seems to be moving. Clouds drift slowly; once every hour or so, a tumbleweed clunks dryly by. If she looks at it twelve hours from now, it'll be dark, with stars shining.
Handwritten on the back in spiky lettering is: I hope this is actually what Texas looks like. ]