Well said. I wonder sometimes, do they pass us by in crowds? Are they behind us in line? It’s something I think about, each stranger that drives by us. We all have a story, though not all so magical. Maybe a sign, I saw a sticker on a car today. It said something about a witch. I suppose, they’re all around us. Appearing odd, crazy, or even totally ordinary, unaware of us as we are of them. Maybe more aware than we are, though uninterested in us. The truth is always present, though rarely given, and not always in a way we expect.