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May 19, 2006

#104: Find You

Find You

[[The panel is black with rough-edged white passages running down through it. A stick figure is holding onto a rope, dangling down one of these passages. White text is in the black sections.]]

You were afraid that you would disappear, that you would be lost and forgotten.

I held you tight against the dark and said that I would always come for you.

Then one day it happened. You were torn from my arms and vanished from this world.

Maybe you don’t remember my promise. But I meant every word.

I hope you’re not afraid, wherever you are.

You don’t need to be.

I’m not.

I will find you.