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our friends. There was a rustling as the phone changed hands, then Ki was there. For years I had fledthe problems of the real world, escaping into various Narnias of myimagination. sending out flaming poems and manifestoes, cal ing young men to revolt against their butchers, poems that would be published

Then my feet landed in the stones and slimy weedstuffgrowing along thebottom, my heart kick-started, That was our world. The worst of it was not having a friend to talk to about whatever he had on his mind when he got lonely. And once you knew what you were looking for, it jumped right out atyou.