We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark? - Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind’s Twelve Quarters, Volume 1

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