#0116. Before this, there was the twinge of hope that ran through the nearby rivers and woods. But after this, the Plague, then Melancholy arrived with his kaleidoscope and calliope and puppets. Are you Alice? I asked him. Of course, I didn't know Alice, yet. I didn't call her by name. But I asked the clown if he was God. He replied that he was A god. But not THE God. But anyone with puppets, he said, was a god in their own way. He came with the Plague, you know, but I never blamed him for it.
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