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Sunday, October 15, 2006

"Hullo Mole! Hullo Rat!"

I have got it into my crazy, mixed up head that friendship is limited in its capacity as iron, sharpening.

With a sweet jolt, a devoted little Rat (accompanied, as these things always seem to be, by gentle conversation with a loved one) reminds me otherwise.

"Still snuffling, pleading, and reluctant, Mole suffered himself to be dragged back along the road by his imperious companion, who by a flow of cheerful talk and ancedote endeavored to beguile his spirits back and make the weary way seem shorter."

That beguiling. The loving, urgent tugs that draw us onward, upward.

What a magnificent thing a friend is.

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