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hungry to grab, quick to deprive, sullen, unloved,
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mean-minded son of my flesh.
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Son!
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Son!"
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It made me want to think of
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the big Pop Vision in Graetna with Old Bull.
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And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy
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that I always wanted to reach,
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which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows
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and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm
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and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on
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with a phantom dogging its own heels and myself hurrying to a plank