Thinking about friends, and what it took to make them. Like tracks with hurdles thrown down both with purpose or sometimes uncontrolled. Tests to test for tensile strength. Testing both, and more the tester. The few, the many, which is more important of the runners? Holding on to those mysterious parts that we delight in, or are frightened of, or need to keep protected. Some need drama, mystery, and second-guessing. Hoping, wanting someone to understand, and yet the fear of it is often stronger. How do we connect with one and not the other? Is it common interest or common fear? Strange, strange lives we live in crowds and yet alone. But sometimes two alones become a pair.
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