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Phoebus Thimming would scribble alone, away from the light in his cold dark home, scratching out images from sudden jerks in the wrist - then - scratching off others that wouldn't be missed - He would draw what he drew without seeing the paper, but maybe the paper did not need him to see, what he was becoming, and would eventually be.