So far, this sense of knowing, which feels a lot like “remembering” something that is not past but future, has never been wrong. I don’t think I’m unusual in having these premonitions. It’s just that when I was expecting Adam I was lucky enough to be forced to notice them, and trust them. Of course, no matter how many times they prove correct, I am always afraid to trust them again. But in my more lucid moments I believe that if we pay attention, all of us occasionally bump into our own futures.
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