He sat and stared at the pieces of his life. Went over the whole picture in his mind. It was chaos, it looked that way. But he knew if he looked, if he kept looking, that something, meaning and purpose, would pop out at him. If he stared at the forest he'd begin to see the trees, and even their leaves, and all the little birds' nests. He'd see a Pegasus soaring straight for him, ready to take him away. There would be a number. A pattern, there would be sense in all of this. If he looked, and looked hard, and kept looking.
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