Ask any one of us. So many dark days we had spent under the trees, never wandering, never lost, yet lacking everything except that one direction that made our going possible. Ask anyone. Some nights I’m sure I touched it: our destination. (Try it on the tongue: the place that has been destined.) I’d wake violently, to the sound of screaming, like that o…
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