It may be that I am the loneliest Person in all this great, ancient world, She told me, and took my hand earnestly, And never have I needed someone more
Than now. She had issued me the challenge. I desperately wished to be somewhere else But there was no denying the twinkle Of steel in her eyes, her tiny, set frame.
What do you want? Who are you? I whispered. A friend? she said, and looked into her hands. For six thousand years and ever more I've walked this earth. Such joy to tell it at last!
With that, she was gone - I saw her no more - She left me with what was, I think, a gift.
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