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34 When You Knew Yourself Whose face did you see first? No one in your family, I hope, for how could they tend you toward deliverance when the last faces they saw were the strangers’ who murdered them. I suspect it was Ruth’s. She’d just gotten there herself but she’d been practicing for years. So I suspect she held her hand out to you though you hadn’t really been friends, and you took it, because you knew I trusted her. That’s when you saw the others, one at a time, all dead and yet they existed not as distorted memories but solid in a circle around you shoulder to shoulder, each familiar face now folding into the next, until you were recognized. Then you knew yourself, and your journey began. ...

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