he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.
It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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