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| stilt:� in those mazes there are the stilt-legged fair-men, clown faced kindness, chequered vests, look down with concern should you ever, really, get tearful lost: they will swoop you up to height of vantage, where you see the turns and traps so tall impossible before, the stilt man laughs and steps across, and you are dizzy safe, like when were small your father picked you up, and you over his shoulder watched the different seeming world, striding wonderful, borrowed speed, looking down on childhood heads.� Where are the stilt men in this maze, the assurance of over looking kingdom keepers? | ||