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 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...........Stephen King, Dark Tower Set
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