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"I can see through you!" said Tomas

"And I through you!" said the Martian, stepping back

To the warht

The Martian touched his own nose and lips "I have flesh," he said, half aloud "I am alive"

Toer "And if I am real, then you must be dead"

"No, you!"

"A ghost!"

"A phantom!"

They pointed at each other, with starlight burning in their liers and icicles and fireflies, and then fell to judging their li himself intact, hot, excited, stunned, awed, and the other, ah yes, that other over there, unreal, a ghostly prisht of distant worlds

I'ht Tomas I won't tell anyone of this tomorrow, no, no

They stood there on the ancient highway, neither of the

"Where are you from?" asked the Martian at last

"Earth"

"What is that?"

"There" Tomas nodded to the sky