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Talent lies around in us like kindling waiting for a match, but some people, just as gifted as others, are less lucky. Fate never drops a match on them. The times are wrong, or their health is poor, or their energy low, or their obligations too many. Something.
Is that the basis of friendship? Is it as reactive as that? Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?