The Ivernian was alone. Alone in a borrowed unit, waiting for others to bring him Christmas cheer.
He paced. And he paced. And then he picked up his guitar.
The guitar, which he was able to make sing most sweetly, was a comfort, a constant and a friend.
The Antipodean Writer, across the sea, worried about him, but was unable to do more than speak to him by telephone, every day.
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