There was that time when I was waiting for a White Knight to save me.
No one did.
M.W. once said he was my Don Quixote, but he was the world's D.Q., not mine.
Synoptic once was my Knight. But he needed me to be my own person, whole, before coming to him.
So Dorothy is all alone in her heart, all alone in her own Land of Oz.
No one saved her, and yet she lives.
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