Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 41: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION anything I have ever known. The houses were close and petty, with mean little streets and alleys, such as must have been in the days of long ago. And the people I called parents were not my parents, but strangers to me. Yet in my dream I knew them. *“And the world was alone; there was no sister planet, only a dead world that forever circled in the heavens, a world that men had not reached.” There was a shadow in Jenryn’s face. ““Were you not happy in your dream ?”’ “At first I was happy, and then I was here in our bower, gazing up at the world of my youth. And it seemed to me in my dream that there was an impassable gulf that would 40 forever bar the way back to my childhood home. And a desolation came on me, a depth of sadness that I have never known waking.” ““And now?” Jenryn’s eyes searched her face. “Are you unhappy now?” *“Now, my husband!”’ Her eyes were lifted to where the misty beauty of the sister planet hung in the violet- tinted sky above. ““Why should I be sad? See, my old home is there. I can reach it whenever I wish.” Jenryn bowed his head, and she wondered at the odd sound, half sob and half laugh, which escaped him. But then Jenryn suffered from the disadvantage of possessing memories which were as they had always been. conniclooolkks.comnn)