Ah, I get it.

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Someone remembered from wayback.  I... just said a few things and...  How does she... remember?  She would have to take notes.  Sometimes, something I write or present doesn't make sense at first.  Just... a song.  Just a thought.  Just a dream.  Then, one day, it hits, like a ton of bricks.  Two such things come together.  It... doesn't mean I am right, or that I was right.  It just... connects, like a baseball and a bat.  And, the ball ends up over the stands, in the parking lot.

I am pretty sure who.  I just... didn't think she... kept track.  If she had dug through, I would have noticed.  Hardly any visitors today.  So... yeah... she knew what she was looking for, or very close.  Only a few for narrowing, but I'm thinking not even that.  Interesting.  As to the song?  Believe as you wish.  More of a techmage, or theosophist, or... word forger if nothing else.  Anyway... it was an ego stroke, to me.

Thanks.