The ghost of scientist Madam Curie happened by. I said I knew who she
was without an introduction.
The ghost of Curie was delighted and did a
pantomime waltz.
When she finished, we sat in silence. An hour went by. I
found that I was no longer thinking of her as a famous ghost. She was
just another someone. Me too.
That was rare. It's the same feeling I get
about the trees after I've been in the woods for a while.
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