Was that you, winking from the flannelgraph?
Yeah, that was me.
Were you the one making every word in that book live for me?
Yeah, didn't think you caught that one.
Did you really make that sunset so lovely that every feeling, every thought begged for you and you alone?
Me alone, eh. Yeah, that was me.
Then where were you when a Horror of darkness came, when the Way contracted squeezing my last breath, when the Water was over my head?
Where were you then!
Knees to my ears, pushing and screaming.
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