He hated being connected 24/7 and was glad for the opportunities to venture into a world where he caught the flickering of faces in unlikely places. There was the Green Man whose eyes tracked his progress from the gnarled knot of a tree branch along with the pixie face peeking out from under the folded leaf of a Johnny-JumpUp.
It was a world he traveled in often, his second sight made possible by a gift from the most unlikely of sources.
The gift had come on the day of his sister's death. He had fled to the woods behind his house, a place he often went for solace. He had gone with the intent of never coming out again. He had stayed the entire day, past sunset, ignoring the swarming gnats and mosquitoes. Then had come a nudge in his back followed by an equine sort. He had turned to find his own face reflected in the unicorn's eyes.
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