“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later
in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we
see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea
that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet
they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory
and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by
little." – S. King
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