It was daylight when I saw him again, downtown.

It had only been a few days since I’d seen him in the barren field, since he’d urged me to follow him, to come to him.


And I had spent those two days, in their entirety, thinking about seeing him.  But I still didn’t know what the meaning of it all was.

What I was supposed to take away from seeing him.

That I was crazy, struck mad from grief?

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