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And on my journey down, I called out to the STRANGER but he would not answer. So I called out to the Drowned God, but not a bubble back. I reached for a horn of the Black Goat, but it skipped away. And The Weeping Woman look non my way. And then I heard HIS voice. She chops wood and is never late.
Find me, on the eve of currents rising Like rusted shades on old bones lost in time HE who has No Face begs no man, VC rob alike But find favor where favor is found. The tide is ascending now, down a slope Which you will choose, a fork abound But HE says it makes no difference
What thyn has seen, I have painted. Gentle brushes of struggle, light touches Of empty color upon an evanescent soul. In my eyes, The Stranger, you find deeper meaning In what thyn has seen. There you find it makes no difference Hint: .25 gal t …. private__ape