I opened my eyes, realized I had drifted off, put the book aside, and turned over to shut off the light. Except that someone was standing next to my bed, solid as stone, and bigger than any normal person. He looked exactly like—well—a Wizard.

He was very tall, dressed simply in a nubbly grey wool robe, unbelted.  He held a gnarled staff, and went hatless, his thick tousled hair and beard a glowing white. Most startling were his pale blue eyes, regarding me with a light of pure love, unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. As I sat up and met his gaze, I felt naked, seen and known, humbled but cherished, and tears brimmed in my own eyes.

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