Why

“Why is it?” the blind girl asked, “you do the things you do?”

“The way, the size, the means, what does it?” she hesitates, unsure of her own question,

“Mean? How can it

be?

Where are these big questions you’ve been promi

sing?”

Who could it be?

More questions than answers, more answers than answers.

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