“There is someone wandering out there, within it. Someone…” — On a Dark, Cold Night at 10:16
“There is someone wandering out there, within it. Someone you can't see. If I close my eyes, I can see her. Well, I can't see her, but I can see through her eyes. You try. See? Walking slowly, invisible hand reaching to touch the growth, to shake the snow from the leaves gently, pausing occasionally to look up at the…”
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