Requiem for a mentor

Someone plays a role in your life. They take some time to teach you. They enlarge, they direct, they focus what you do. They even populate your dreams. And when they are gone, you are a rowboat surprisingly at sea. Missing your rudder, though they were not your family. No keel, though they were not…

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