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Grab the darkness, pulling it around me like a bed-sheet, so that I may remain unseen, I run by, the wind whispers as I pass, and suddenly, I am stopped dead, by a face that I had recognized, once again staring into those eyes, those wonderous green eyes, bright and alert, his black hair draped around his face like a dark curtain, he stared straight into my eyes, for only he could see me, pulled the darkness away from me and told me not to hide, and I never hid again.