For my part, I knew that I had fallen in love with Dry Leaf when another cow—or was it a horse. —ambled through the frame enfolded in a pixelated outline distinct from the rest of the sky behind it. I understood that what I was looking at was the byproduct of a ringing artifact, a ghost at the meetin.
I understood that what I was looking at was the byproduct of a ringing artifact, a ghost at the meetin.