When I found him on the western coast of Jeogeot not far from my new Nawt Vaya home, he was just a head sticking up above the waves, and I immediately thought: The Netherlands, as in the red white and blue colors of its flag that had already figured into the text of the current photo-novel. I theorized: here is a link between photo-novels 45 which I’m wrapping up, and 46 still away a bit but coming closer, looming like successor photo-novels do. I can just have this methodically marching-in-place, tri-colored figure name Tobor (according to the object’s description; obviously the word robot in reverse) sort of figuratively walk between the two in some fashion; act as a bridging character. That was the idea in *my* head, vague but one I knew had the potential to work being experienced in such vague glimmerings of ideas and how they can, often quite quickly — sometimes extraordinarily so, ha — manifest into being. Witness here:
END OF “SUNKLANDS PHOTO-NOVEL 45”!
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