When he’d taken in that young student so long ago, he hadn’t known it, but he was about to become the pupil and Michael was to be his teacher. Without Josef realizing it, the young man’s passion and enthusiasm for love and life had slowly worn down the bricks and mortar of his internment, like a relentless ocean on a seawall. Even in the confinement of an attic, Michael had drunk larger and deeper from the well of life than Josef ever had. He had taken all of his fearless vitality and lust for life and had honed it into his craft. And as Josef dwelt on this, it humbled him to realize how much
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