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To have friends is to dance with the Ghosts - not just the Ghost of their friend, but the Ghost of themselves. In friendship, our past intermingles with theirs, as two streams to a river. And in that river, is the capacity to crash and corrode as titanics upon the rocks of life; and the capacity for stillness- to dry, to ripple in the cool pleasant rain. For moss lingers by water, acidic or alkaline, nature's red waste- and in this desert, the twilight of Ghosts dance like will o' wisps. The ...