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Edgar, does anything make you happy?”
I considered the surface of this question (the only part that seemed safe) and said, “I used to sketch.”
“Take it up again,” he advised. “You need hedges.”
“Hedges,” I said, bemused.
“Yes, Edgar.” He looked surprised and a little disappointed, as if I had failed to understand a very simple concept. “Hedges against the night."

— Stephen King, Duma Key