james mcgonigal
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He taught me how to walk by starlight.
At first I stumbled, stubbing feet on stones
while he walked quickly, freely and securely
by night as by day. He had used his daylight senses
to train the knack that served him in the dark.

I learned the art of it, and trusting instinct
now felt well-founded in the clear darkness,
the only darkness that this desert knows.

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