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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Look at me, boy! I am the headlight in the darkness! I have bent a thousand times but never broken! The world has worked this body over until nothing but the primal urge to survive remains, and I still got up, put on my clothes, did my hair, made your damned oatmeal, and pushed forward! Forward, by god! Forward we lurch into the dim horizon! We all go together where we all go alone!