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// Saturday, March 13, 2010

Chance Encounter

Two old ghosts, who hadn't seen each other in many years, happened upon one another in the hallowed halls of the New York Public Library (late one evening in January).

FREDHey, George, it's good to see you!
GEORGEYou, too, Fred! Been a while. You're looking well.
FREDThanks. So do you.
GEORGESo, tell me, what do you miss the most about the living world?
FRED[thoughtfully] Holding a book in my hands and turning its pages. I really miss that. A good book always felt great to have and to hold.
GEORGE[nodding] Yeah. I know what you mean.
FREDWhat about you? What do you miss the most?
GEORGE[without hesitation] Writing. The physical act of writing. I really miss the feel of pen on paper. And then holding the page—the written word—in my hands.
FREDDefinitely. There was a special magic to gliding your thoughts across a page.
GEORGE[sullen] Yeah.
FRED[sighs] Yeah.
For a few, long, silent moments, the old ghosts drifted into the solitary memories of their lives.

FREDWell, I have to go, George. Good seeing you again.
GEORGEIt was good seeing you, too, Fred. Take care of yourself.
Thanks. You, too.
And the old ghosts went their separate ways, never to see each other again.

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