Just let me formulate it coherently and I'll post it up here.
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That's how I saw him at first: as a fall of light.
Then he walked out of the light.
He didn't seem real to me, just something I dreamed on a hot summer day, as I swallowed water scented with roses and stone.
I saw him before he had any name at all. Patricia McKillip, Winter Rose
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